Chapter 37
Beach Justice
Tomashi
I loved the smell of fear.
There was something so fucking addicting about it.
And this asshole was drenched in it.
“You know better, Floyd.” I murmur, watching him squirm kneeling on the sand, his arms held by two of my men.
“I didn’t mean it—”
“Shut. Up.” Rapid sneers, rolling his eyes.
He stood behind me, with Fade and Elijah.
Typically Bastien would be standing at my side, as we both like to deliver pain to idiots like this, but the asshole wasn’t fucking here.
So Rapid was playing wingman.
Elijah and Fade would only get involved if absolutely necessary.
“Where is my product, Floyd?” I demand, teeth bared. “Did you chug it all down your fat neck or sell it for yourself?!” I snarl.
He shakes before me, his shit-coloured eyes wide. “I didn’t—I only…. Please, it was only a little bit—”
“Yes, you only took three vials. You thought I wouldn’t notice.” I scoff.
“I just needed to win a duel. I was going to replace it – I swear!” He cries, trying to rise form the ground.
My men shove him back down, ignoring his cry of pain.
My kitsune preens at the sound, the animal far more sadistic and savage than I was. He wanted me to set the bastards legs on fire and listen to him scream.
Maybe I would. Maybe I wouldn’t.
“You needed three vials to win one measly duel. It seems I overestimated your abilities.” I huff. “Or maybe you’re just a weak, lying, miserable piece of shit.”
“Please…” He sobs, lips trembling.
“This is your third infraction.” Rapid sighs, glancing off to the ocean like he’s bored.
He just wanted to get in the water – him and his kraken couldn’t be trusted to think straight with the ocean so close by.
“Those girls lied!” Floyd screams, thrashing.
“And those pictures of them showering just ended up on your laptop by accident?” Rapid scoffs. “You have to be seriously desperate for pussy if you have to set up cameras in the dorm showers.” He hisses.
Some of the males watching chuckled, others looked on in disgust.
Every single one of them knew Floyd wasn’t leaving here alive.
Floyd frantically shakes his head and babbles, face twisting.
Growling at the weak, spineless twit, I glance up and around at the thirty or so males surrounding us.
This was the entirety of our combined courts present on the island – all of them here to witness the consequences of stepping out of line.
Normally, a punishment wouldn’t be so severe. It always depended on the infraction.
This fucker had committed crimes humans would be jailed for.
Illegal surveillance, theft – and attempted drugging.
All of which he said would never happen again.
But my unofficial second had brought me proof this walking trash bag not only continued to commit those crimes, but he’d uploaded videos of those females onto various websites.
I hated everyone, that was true. I couldn’t be described as morally grey – my morals were more a shade of black.
But there was nothing I hated more than assholes that preyed on innocent females.
And being stolen from. Just one of those vials cost five hundred dollars.
It had come to my attention he’d been lifting one vial per shipment. On the last shipment he’d gotten cocky and stolen three.
He didn’t know I knew everything.
I’d had thirty-six shipments since the start of term.
The math only infuriated me more, and my hair caught flame with an audible hissing pop.
Floyd shuts up, paling to a chalky colour.
“You were warned. Now you suffer.” I intone.
“No—” Gagging, he tries to flinch away as I grab his jaw and shove a hand into his mouth, grasping his tongue.
My fingernails morph into thick black claws, piercing the wet muscle.
I yank it from his mouth with a hard pull and a gushing spurt of blood.
Howling in pain, red overflowing onto the sand, he arches away from me.
My kitsune gives a yip of approval, loving the brutality.
He wasn’t exactly stable – but neither was I.
Grinning savagely, dropping the tongue onto the sand, I reach for his head and press my thumbs over his eyes.
Pressing them into the soft squishy spheres, I direct my magic down into the flesh.
Ripping out of my hold with a roaring scream of pain, flopping to the sand and flailing like a beached whale, Floyd screams and screams as my lava-like flames eat through his eyes and into his brain.
“This is a warning, to every single one of you.” I announce, my eyes still firmly on the writhing body. “You steal from me, you step one toe out of the lines we draw, and you will die. Painfully.”
Fade steps forward, raising a hand. Swiping it through the air with a hard, knife-like slice, he hisses a chant and his magic quite literally severs Floyd’s head from his body.
The beach quiets with the absence of his screams.
Performing more sharp movements, Fade goes on to sever his arms, legs, and torso into little pieces.
“Koshiro.” I bark.
My second steps forward from the crowd in a military stance.
His father has trained him well, taught him how to obey to within an inch of his life. He was a good second.
But I’d never officially give him the title. His ego and ambition would quickly outgrow his common sense.
“Toss it in a hole, burn it, and then fill it. I don’t want a single fucking drop of his blood to be found.” I order.
Koshiro eyes the blood littering the sand but nods, executing a sharp bow.
“Do not force me to make such an example again.” I growl to the remaining watchers. “I can promise you; it won’t be you enjoying it.”
No one says a word.
“Get the fuck out of here.” Rapid barks, waves violently crashing up onto the beach, knocking people over.
As if his anger influenced the ocean’s swells.
They scramble to do as they’re told, Koshiro signalling for some of his men to give him a hand.
Turning away, I raise a brow and wipe my bloody hands on my shirt. “Anyone hungry?”
“I want a meatball sub.” Rapid declares.
“If you were human you’d have clogged arteries.” Fade huffs but follows when we begin to leave the secluded beach and head towards the academy.
“Or the diabetes.” Elijah pipes up, dropping his silent-scary mask.
“I think it’s just pronounced ‘diabetes’, not ‘the diabetes’.” Rapid muses.
“Who the fuck cares.” I grunt, shaking my head.