Chapter 22 #2
“Fuck,” he hisses, and before he can rise again, I punch him in the gut, resulting in him to cough and double over.
He struggles to take a proper breath as he falls on all fours, then spits on the ground before rasping, “You’re a cunt, Dorran.”
“What the fuck did you just call him?” Varsha asks, and pulls her .38 Ruger S come on. I ain’t got all night.”
“Hammer,” Alex says with a grin, mainly because that’s his weapon.
“I concur,” adds Jayce.
“Seconded,” Varsha agrees.
“Perfect.” I grin and look at Steven. “You see that? We’ve got a weapon picked out for your demise, bud.”
“Dorran…” Steven starts crying in between bouts of tremors.
“We can come to an agreement, please. I’ll…
I’ll leave Riverside. Yes! I’ll fucking leave this godforsaken place.
I’ll go as far away from here as I can. And I…
I won’t say anything about what happened tonight to anyone.
I promise. Just let me go, man. Please. I–” He stops talking, and ends up gurgling blood when I slit his throat with my switchblade.
He was so busy groveling that he didn’t even notice me sliding my blade out of my pocket. Stupid fuck.
Steven cups his throat and starts thrashing wildly, to which Alex sighs and shakes his head.
“I wanted to see you hammer his head in,” he tells me, then purses his lips as he glances at Steven. “Too bad he wasn’t cooperative.”
I chuckle, and reach out a hand towards him. “Give it to me,” I tell him.
Alex’s gaze darkens as he eagerly puts his staking hammer in my waiting palm.
It’s a beautifully deadly thing, with a sturdy wooden handle, and a metal-made head that consists of two ends – one that is clawed, and the other that’s blunt.
I throw the hammer in the air, and catch it as it falls, then look at Steven, who’s barely got any life left in him.
With the clawed end of Alex’s hammer facing forward, I rise on my knees, pull my arm back, and then bring it down right in the center of Steven’s forehead.
A loud, wet crunch of bone and skin breaking under the hammer’s sharpness, hits my ears, and Steven immediately stops moving.
“Okay, that’s super hot,” Alex comments, making me laugh.
I pull my arm back a second time, then hit the same spot on Steven’s head again, resulting in blood and chunks of brain to splatter on my forearm, neck, and face.
“God, that’s disgusting,” Varsha mutters, and turns her back to me. “Dorran, that’s enough.”
“It’s not like you’ve never seen me covered in a person’s remains before, sis,” I tell her, then spit out a questionable piece of skin before standing and handing Alex his hammer.
“Besides, didn’t you say yes to me using the hammer around five minutes ago?
Don’t fucking contradict yourself like that. ”
She doesn’t answer me, and instead, chooses to flick a middle finger at me.
I smirk. “Real mature, V,” I tell her, then step away from Steven’s body and turn around, only to find Jayce looking coolly at me.
“You happy?” he asks.
“Very,” I answer with a grin.
He rolls his eyes. “I texted Eddie and asked him to send a cleanup team. He said they’ll be here in 20. Let’s head inside so that I can help you clean up all the mess you’ve got clinging on yourself.”
“Always the nurturer,” I muse.
He scowls. “Shut it, asshat.”
I raise my hands and admit defeat, because testing Jayce’s temper right now is not something I want to do, especially after the thrill of a successful kill.
Me and the crew make our way to the backdoor in order to sneak into the restaurant’s bathroom, but I pause when I suddenly remember something.
“Guys.”
They stop and turn to look at me.
I wink at them. “Before we go, I’ve got just one little thing that I need to do.”