Chapter 29 Maverick #2
Taking the poker, I sink it into her shoulder.
She screams bloody murder as I drag it down her chest, over her breast, and down to her stomach.
I watch as her skin melts, and wrinkle my nose at the smell of her burning flesh.
I tilt my head, engrossed by the beauty of flesh and molted skin as my phone keeps buzzing in my pocket.
“Casp, your phone keep going off?” I ask, and he grunts. Who the hell could be calling us? The buzzing is taking me out of this glorious moment, further pissing me off.
“Come on, Violet. Tell me who put you both up to this!” I growl, losing my patience. This god damn phone won’t stop.
“Vi, you can’t. They will kill us,” she screams, and I laugh.
“Not if we do first. Might as well help us out!” I say as Casp takes out his grenade, causing me to roll my eyes.
“Tell me now, Mila. I’ll even sweeten the deal,” he tells her, and the way her eyes light up makes me chuckle. This should be interesting.
“Oh, oh I wanna know. Come on, Mila. Take the bait,” I taunt as my fucking phone buzzes again.
“If you tell me what I want to know, I not only will set you free, but I will tell you where Amber is.” He smirks, moving the knife away from her body.
I set my poker down and take out a joint as both girls thrash against their chains.
Violet looks like she's seconds away from passing out.
Saliva drips from her lips and sweat pours down her burned flesh.
“I-I can’t. They will kill me,” she spittles as Caspian spreads her legs, taking the grenade and shoving it up her rancid cunt upside down.
“Wanna run that back, Mila. All I have to do is pull this little pin and boom. You’re dead.
Your parents will have lost both of their daughters with not a single trace in sight.
Do you want that for them?” he taunts, tilting his head at her as the buzzing in my pocket takes me out of the moment, yet again.
I grit my teeth, reaching in my pocket for the goddamn phone.
“It-it was the Radleys. They made us do it!” she yells, and a smile creeps across my face as I answer the phone.
“WHAT?” I growl.
“Rick, I-I need help. I- I fucked up,” Braxton rambles.
“Brax, what’s wrong? What happened?” I ask, but there’s so much shuffling in the background as he answers, I can't make out what he’s saying.
“Come- to- shop,” he says in and out of the connection. “Hurry!” he yells, and the line goes dead. I look over at Caspian who's looking at me.
“We gotta go. Braxton is in trouble,” I say in a panic stricken tone.
“Bet. You go first,” he tells me as I leave the room in a hurry. “Go, go go!” he yells, which has me moving my ass faster up the stairs and out of the house. The ground rumbles beneath our feet, and I yell, “Earthquake!” and everyone scrambles. I laugh as we run to our cars with Casp on my tail.
“I’ll leave my truck here. We need an alibi anyways,” he says, and I nod, getting into the driver's seat of mine and bringing her to life.
“Any clue as to what trouble Brax could be in?” I ask, and he shrugs.
“If he’s using as heavily as I think he is, it could be fucking anything. Let’s just hope he didn’t kill someone again,” he responds, and my head whips to his direction.
“What do you mean again?” I ask, shifting into gear and spinning out of the driveway.
“Fuck! God damn it! You remember Abby Michealson?” He turns to me with a raised brow.
“Abby Michealson? The blonde from the apartments over on Blaine St.?” I ask, and he nods.
“Yeah, what about her? She used to sneak us snacks all the time and swim with us at the creek. Her and Brax were inseparable. I just don’t remember what happened to her.
Pretty sure I left to live with Grandad and Harley,” I tell him, and he nods again.
“When they started high school, she got Brax wrapped up with the wrong crowd and they started doing dope together. It was bad to the point where—” He stops midsentence when his phone goes off, distracting him. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he yells.
“What? What is the problem now?” I ask, and the look he gives me, I’ve never seen before. FEAR. That’s not something Caspian ever shows, and now I’m fucking nervous. “Well?” I say as we pull up right outside the gates.
“Why would Brax shut the gates behind him?” Casp asks as we both get out of the car.
“I see his car in the lot, but everything is so fucking quiet,” I say as my phone goes off again at the same time Caspian's does. “ It’s Nick!” I say, answering the phone.
“Yo, bro. What’s up?”
“Mav, don’t go to the shop. It’s a fucking trap,” he yells, and my eyes widen as the door swings open and I see a glint of red hair in my peripherals.
“Run!” Caspian yells as the shop blows, the impact sending both of us flying across the pavement, and I smack my head on the back of my tire. Glass shatters and pieces of car parts fall from the sky.
“Caspian,” I yell. “Where’s Braxton?” I scream, trying to get to my feet, but the heat coming from the blast has me crawling further away.
“Casp, talk to me. Are you good?” I yell.
Can’t seem to see anything. There’s so much fucking dust and smoke.
“Braxton!” I scream as I maneuver myself around the car to see where the fuck Caspian landed. Fuck!
Crunching gravel has my head snapping behind me, and all I see is the barrel of a gun pointed at my head.
“Get up and come with me!” the man orders, and I spit, shaking my head.
“Fuck you!” I growl as he pistol whips me in the face, causing my neck to snap to the side and my head to smash against the bumper of my car, then everything goes black.