Chapter 50
No. Nothing he did ever went right. Dwayne screamed a sound of real rage. As the bastard ripped the pipe he’d carried around in his truck for months from Dwayne’s hand.
Where had Chase even come from? How had he known?
Dwayne slugged the guy, as hard as he could. But Chase was younger, bigger. Stronger. “You fucking betrayed your brother with that whore.”
Chase just kept fighting.
Dwayne had the box cutter in his fist. He’d sliced his own fucking hand, but he hadn’t let go. If he didn’t get away from this fucker, Chase would kill him.
He’d bash Dwayne’s brains in or something. And Dwayne recognized the other man out there. Gene Fucking Hiller.
They’d kill him and say Dwayne had done it to himself or something. And everyone would believe them.
Unless…
Dwayne killed them and the girl first.
Dwayne lashed out with the razor blade.
Chase yelled out. A sound unlike anything Dwayne had ever heard before.
Rage. That was what it was.
Anger like Dwayne had heard in prison too many times before.
Dwayne pulled himself to his feet, and tried to run.
He made it two feet before Chase pulled him to the ground again.
The pipe was there. Where he’d dropped it to deal with the girl.
Dwayne grabbed it—and swung.
He got lucky again. Just one more time. The world, the fates, whatever those bitches were called, owed him something now, didn’t they?
He was going to kill Chase, and that fucker Gene Hiller.
Then…he was going to take that girl and do whatever in the hell he wanted to with her.
Dwayne was finally going to finish what he’d started more than a decade before.