Chapter Twenty #5
HIS FATHER.
HIS PROMISES OF BEATING HER.
As she headed his way, he was screaming.
“I’ll kill you!”
Oh, she doubted that.
“What can’t kill us, Devon, only makes us stronger. Thank you for making me the fucking strongest bitch to walk this planet!”
Grabbing another gas can, she began splashing it all over him, and as he gurgled from it going in his mouth, she tossed that can into the blaze too.
“That’s called getting rid of evidence, Devon. I’m good at that too.”
He pissed himself, or she thought he did. With all of the gasoline, she couldn’t be sure.
“That was for Jet, who had a whole life to live, and who had served our country honorably.”
Gene just watched her, knowing that she was going to end this her way, but he still wished she’d let him help.
It was his family too.
She began dragging him in his chair toward the caskets. Oh, he was fighting, but ultimately, his fate was sealed.
And she hoped it was painful.
“This is for Vivian. She was young, sweet, and a good person who liked being around us. You took her life, and I’ll pay that back.”
When she pulled out her gun, she pointed it at his groin, and unloaded five bullets into his man bits.
He screamed as his dick and balls were removed.
“And now, you serial fuck nut, consider yourself castrated.”
As Gene moved toward her, she let him help her drag that chair closer.
And she continued.
“That’s for all the women you dug up and violated with your sickness. You don’t like when I mess with your dead, don’t mess with mine!”
He began begging for his life, and an ambulance. Someone didn’t understand what was about to happen.
He was going into the fire.
Alive.
“That is for Lance RunningWolf. He might have been annoying, but he deserved to live.”
As they got him into position, she put her gun against his forehead.
“And this is for Caspian Carter’s girlfriend, Rayna. You raped her, you tortured her, and you did disgusting things to her body. For that, you’ll pay.”
When he closed his eyes, she put her mouth by his ear.
“Nah, I’m not letting you off that easy. Gene? Help me toss him onto the bonfire. He loved his daddy so much, he can ride his bones to Hell.”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. Together, they lifted that chair, and tossed it onto the casket, and he ignited.
As he screamed, she stared into the fire, watching it take care of the man.
And she had no remorse.
As Gene stood there, he put his arm around her, and they watched the man die in the worst possible way they could make him.
When the screaming stopped, and all that was left was his contorted face in the flames, Gene went there.
“Anyone want to get something to eat?” he asked. “I could go for some pancakes. Maybe waffles. I’d like some with some fruit on top. Whipped cream too.”
Elizabeth shrugged.
“I mean, I could eat. I’d kill for a chocolate shake and some really salty fries to dip in it.”
Zayn was right there.
“Did someone say breakfast?” he asked, giggling, as he kissed Elizabeth on the temple. “You did good, Boo,” he reassured.
Did she?
She wasn’t sure.
“Baby is kinda hungry,” Maura said, running her hand over her barely visible baby bump. “Woman can’t live on granola bars alone or angst. I’m down for a strawberry shake. Oh, and pickles. Maybe some chili.”
Jagger stared at her.
“Oh, shit. Not the food cravings already. I thought I had another few months, at least.”
She smiled at him.
And Jagger knew the truth.
Fuck it.
He’d dip pickles in her shake any day of the week.
“I’m in,” he said. “In fact, I’ll buy. Mikey O’ likes a midnight diner with greasy food when his Doll is hungry. I’ll even feed Zayn. A bonfire always makes me feel…cheery.”
Rogue just laughed.
They were all batshit insane, but they were family, and he loved each of the nuts.
“What about this?” he asked, pointing at the mess on fire.
She knew.
“Burn the building to the ground. It’s not arson if we don’t claim it,” she said.
“Callen will play dumb. It’s not our fault if someone dies in a fire here in our dilapidated property.
Damn those vagrants. Like I said, their ID is never coming to light.
Chris will make sure of that. The family that breaks the law together, stays together,” she joked.
That sounded about right.
Together, they walked out, and Zayn blew the place up, like the other places. That was four explosions, all surrounding Damascus.
If the cops didn’t figure out they were connected, that wasn’t their problem.
“I love a good fire,” Zayn said, as the building went up as they were driving away. “It does the heart good.”
Yeah, well, when in doubt, send them to Hell.
That was Maura’s motto. Then again, she might make it fuck the patriarchy. Jagger did look hot in his cargo pants.
As they drove away, Elizabeth was going to have one last meal before she did what needed to be done.
It was time to find herself again.
How long would it take?
She wasn’t sure.
But one way or another, Elizabeth knew the truth.
She was in there.
It was just a matter of time, and some soul searching, and it began…
NOW.