53. Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Two
Jaylen
N either of us care about being quiet or subtle as we burst through the door that leads to the wide open space where Danny and another man are, sitting on a pair of run down, tatty sun loungers.
Before they've even turned to look at us, Kaleb pulls the trigger on both of his guns, his bullet flying across the room and hitting the man beside Danny square in the head.
The look of shock and dread on Danny's face brings me joy, but he recovers quickly and throws himself to the floor, in front of the bleeding man beside him.
"Get out," I shout at Kaleb, charging toward the middle of the room with both guns raised, ready to shoot Danny as soon as he pops his head back up.
I don't take my eyes off the spot where he's hiding, not wanting to miss a single thing and chance getting myself hit.
"You must've known I was looking for you, aye. How nice it is that you're delivering yourself to me on a silver platter," he taunts.
Stepping closer to where the sun loungers are, I peer around the side of the dead man slumped over in the chair and see Danny beneath his limp body, coated in his blood as he tries to reach for a gun that's on the floor a couple metres ahead of him.
Raising my gun, I aim for the one that's lying on the floor and pull the trigger, watching as the gun skitters further away from him due to the force of my bullet.
"You can try and get a rise out of me all you like, Danny boy. It won't work," I tell him, stepping around the sun lounger so that I'm now directly in front of him, sneering down at the coward. "I didn't come to play games."
He grits his teeth together as he stares up at me with a venomous gaze.
"I'll fucking kill you!" he shouts, jumping up and leaping onto me, landing a hit straight to my jaw.
Throwing both guns a good distance away from us so that he can't use them against me, I allow him to get one more hit in before I sweep my legs behind his, tripping him up and forcing him to fall on his back.
Dropping to my knees on top of him, I ball my hands into fists and rain punches down on him, one after another, enjoying the sickening sound each hit makes.
He punches me just as hard, my face, my ribs, my arms, but each hit he lands powers me on and gives me more energy.
Every time he hits me, I think about the time Aurora told me he hit her, and a ferocious growl rips out of me as I grab his head between my hands and smash it against the floor before pummelling my fist into his face.
"That's for ever laying a fucking hand on her," I spit.
"This is for making her want to give up!" I scream, lifting his head and slamming it against the ground again .
I don't pay attention to the fact he's stopped fighting back, or to the fact that there's a pool of blood surrounding us on the floor, I continue bashing his head against the cement and listing off every thing he's ever done to Aurora, hoping that he's feeling the same pain she felt all those times before.
I'm not sure how long has passed before Kaleb's arms are wrapping around mine as he yanks me off of Danny's lifeless body.
"That's enough, Jay," he says, patting me on the shoulder as I slump to the floor, exhausted. "You did good. You did real good."
"It'll never be enough," I mumble, staring at the mess I'd made with disgust.
"He's gone now, and that's all that matters, okay? Now come on, let's get out of here and get cleaned up before we go back home to our women."
I accept the hand he offers me, allowing him to help hold me up as I stand from the floor, caked in blood and grime.
"You did good," he repeats, patting me on the back.