CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENJayden
Jayden
I push Sage to her knees in the dirt. She hasn’t stopped crying since I drug her out into the woods. Probably thinks I’m going to kill her. I’ve thought about it. But not here.
“This is it,” I say, my voice monotone.
She sobs, her clothes dirty and hair tangled, kneeling with her face close to the dirt. She’s so pitiful it makes me angry. If she was my kitten, she’d fight me, cuss me out, make me bleed. But Sage has never been strong.
I yank my hand in her hair and make her look at the boulder under the oak tree. “Here we are. The sad, sad end to a sad, sad man.”
She blinks tears out of her eyes, barely registering. I cut her off cold Turkey from her pills, so she’s withdrawing pretty hard. Her whole body shakes.
“He died in the end like he lived. Like a coward. Don’t worry. We cut off his dick and balls before he went. Stuck them in his eye sockets. While he was still alive, naturally.”
She leans over and pukes. I cross my arms. “Sorry to defile the things you liked. But he liked to stick them in little boys too, so he just couldn’t keep them.”
She hasn’t looked up from her vomiting. Her breathing is fast and shallow.
I curl my lip in disgust and yank her up by her hair.
I put my mouth to her ear and say, “This is where I put the people who cross me.” She struggles weakly.
“Say hello to your final resting place. Not today, but soon. Should I bury you with his fingers in your pussy? What’s left of them anyway.
Would you like to wear his wedding ring too?
Since you seemed to want to play his girl. ”
She smells of vomit. I set her back down.
Her lack of response fills me with disappointment. It feels disrespectful. What, with her being in such an important place. The last time I was here, Cole and I achieved true justice. Not the justice they preach from behind the badge. But the real kind.
Right now, I feel nothing of the relief and triumph I felt before. The quivering girl at my feet just annoys me. I came out here to achieve some sort of equilibrium, and Sage isn’t giving it.
I fling Sage over my shoulder, more than a little mad that she is making my revenge feel empty.
I don’t want to keep feeling; I’ve done enough over the past 24 hours.
Things were not going to plan. Actually, the only really interesting thing after taking Sage has been watching my kitten try to fight for both of them.
Watching her hatred deepen. Watching that pretty little mouth pucker when I come around.
It does things to my dick and my mind. I can’t stop thinking about her.
Her fiery spirit, her hate-filled eyes, and her sexy body.
My dick gets hard, and I feel a spark of passion. What would she look like taking Cole and I at the same time? Stretched around both of us with that perfect, tight little body. Would she kick and claw? Pretend she hated it when she secretly loved every second?
I grin and walk quickly toward the cottage.