Chapter 35 #2
“Had you already been rejected by everyone old enough to suck your dick, you decided to go for the little girls who couldn’t put up much of a fight?”
“She’s not just any little girl.” He snarled. “She’s Sutton’s daughter.”
I took another step closer, all humor draining from my face. “And you hate Sutton because?”
“He’s got into bed with you fucking assholes.” Jacob’s body sagged again before he managed to press his hands against the wall and push himself back up.
By the time I took the final step, I was nose to nose with him again, staring down into his unapologetic eyes and pouring all my darkness on to his naive little face.
“That’s right,” I spat back, pushing my chin forward until he could taste my breaths, taste my hatred.
“He got into bed with us fucking assholes. And the biggest mistake you could ever have made is to fuck with us, little boy. We protect what’s ours.
We protect it to the death. By hurting Sloane, you signed the deal on your own death. ”
“You won’t kill me,” he breathed back out, and even though his mouth said the right words, his eyes gave away his uncertainty and his fear.
“No. Probably not.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
I scoffed and raised a hand to his cheek, dragging two fingers down it before I pushed them under his chin, making a finger gun that was pressing against his airways.
“Dare?” I raised a brow. “There’s nothing I daren’t do, Jacob. Am I fearless? No. Everyone has something in life they fear losing. Am I afraid to do what needs to be done when it needs to be done? Hell, boy. Let’s find out shall we?”
I flared my nostrils and glared at him.
“Do you want to know what we do to men like you in prison?” I growled.
Jacob swallowed, the hard lump of his fear pushing against my two fingers.
“First of all,” I whispered as I searched his eyes. “We get them to apologize.”
“I ain’t…”
I pushed the two fingers harder into his throat, making his eyes pop wide and his mouth drop open as he tried to breathe. One hand came up to hit my arm, but I batted it down with my free hand and grabbed hold of his wrist, squeezing it hard and crushing it in my grip.
“I’ll repeat that bit for you.” I raised a brow. “We get them to apologize.”
My fingers twisted, pushing harder and cutting off his air supply.
“And when they don’t apologize of their own free will, we press harder, encouraging them to seek any drop forgiveness we might have to offer.”
I could feel every lump in his throat as I crippled his airways. He gargled and choked out his next words.
“I’m… sorry…”
I relieved the pressure instantly, giving him just enough freedom to drag in some harsh breaths and choke up more blood.
“Good boy,” I started, bringing the hand I was holding up between us. “Do you know what we do next?”
“S-stop…” he wheezed, his eyes popping wide open.
“Not exactly. Next, we make sure they can’t ever touch another a girl again without remembering something.”
“Drew…” He gasped for air as his eyes studied mine with fear.
Without even blinking, I manipulated his hand, pulling two fingers back on his right hand until I heard the snap of the bones being broken in my grip.
His eyes bulged, and his scream was just about to break free from his throat when I shoved those two fingers back into his Adam’s apple, causing him to choke on his own agony as he gargled and spat and suffered in the same silence he’d forced upon Sloane Sutton.
His eyes turned bloodshot. The veins in his neck popped. His nose began to bleed, the sweet dark crimson path of his misery pouring down over his top lip so he could taste it on his tongue.
“We break off the thing that touched the girl without permission. Whether that’s a dick, a finger, a tongue, a thumb, we don’t care.
Then we shove it up their ass or their mouths, and we make them understand how it felt when they forced themselves on someone with something they didn’t want.
Do you understand me, Hove? I’m about to fuck up your whole life.
You’ll never move on from this, just like she can’t. ”
Revenge felt good when it was served to those deserving.
That night, I preferred to call it retribution, and I was nowhere near done.
The second I pulled away, freeing him from my grip all at once, he fell to the ground in a crumpled heap and sobbed like the wounded lamb he’d become.
I turned my back on him and paced, walking in a slow circle and straightening the cut on my shoulders.
I took a breath, inhaling so deeply, I had to tip my chin up to the sky, close my eyes and appreciate the beauty and the calm I felt when I became this man.
Jacob was high on some kind of drug. I was high on his pain.
When I turned back to face him, all I saw was a coward. A boy. A disgusting excuse for a man who’d used his power over a sweet girl whose innocence had forever been ruined because of his arrogance.
And I suddenly wanted to smash every part of his face in.
For everything he’d done to her.
For everything he’d done to Ayda.
For the disrespect he’d shown my brothers and my club.
All restraint had gone. Within a heartbeat, I was charging toward him, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and making him stand on his weak ass legs again.
“This is for Sutton,” I growled, driving a powerful right fist into his stomach.
“This is for Sloane.” I did the same again.
“This is for Ayda.” I drove that one into his ribs making sure that stung the most.
“And this one is…”
The cock of the gun at my head had me freezing.
“I dare you to finish that sentence, Tucker,” a familiar voice said behind me.
An all too familiar voice, and as the goosebumps of disbelief rippled across every fucking inch of my skin, I glanced up at Jacob’s bleeding, bust up face and found his eyes.
The blood dangled from his nose and mouth as he smirked at me, his arrogance returning.
“Hey, Travis,” Jacob pushed out roughly. “Nice to see you… brother.”
Brother. Travis?
“Travis Gatlin,” Jacob squeaked through a painful, cruel laugh. “My half-brother. Good old TG. Of course... you won’t know him as anything other than Trigger, right? The toughest bastard in all of Texas.” He offered me a paralyzed wink before his head slumped forward and he fell asleep in my grip.
And there I was, with a boy in my hands in front of me.
And one of the most influential Navarro Riflemen behind my back.
Trigger.
I couldn’t believe I hadn’t made the connection before. I closed my eyes and let Jacob’s body fall, not even flinching as he landed across my feet, heavy and unmoving while Trigger pushed the cold metal to my head with the sole intention of firing his first bullet into my skull.
The president of The Navarro Rifles was in Babylon, and I’d just beat his little brother to within an inch of his life.
I was a dead man standing.