MY HANDS GRIPPED Charles’ throat.
After I had stolen his gun, I shot the two bastards who worked with him. Watching them fall to the ground in a bundled heap forced me to give into that darkness I had tried to ignore.
I squeezed Charles’ neck. I took him by surprise, breaking out of my binds and knocking the chair over. An insurmountable rush of adrenaline soared through me.
Charles gasped, choking for the air I stole from him.
“Death would be too easy for you,” I growled, the rage from everything that had happened over the past couple of months, finally taking full control. “Was it one of your men who shot me?”
Charles grinned. “The Organization will always be here. You can’t end us.”
I forced his head back. “Tell me what Tyler has to do with this.”
Charles choked, his eyes bugging out of his head. His hands gripped my arms, his nails scratching into my skin. His fingers ripped the flesh from my bones causing a slice of agony to sear right through me but the pain piercing through my veins only made me squeeze harder.
“He’s the boss,” Charles croaked out.
The new revelation all made sense now.
Charles kicked his legs out from beneath me but I was stronger. That driving force to end him for all the shit he had done influenced my actions.
“Kill me,” he begged, his voice strained by the restricted airflow into his lungs.
I grinned, leaning down to his ear. “I’m sorry. What was that?”
“Kill me, you bastard,” he begged.
I loosened my hold on his neck. “Nah. Maybe I should let my friend loose on you. I hear Brogan killed Tina. But if it were me, I would have shaved off her skin and fed it to her.”
“You’re a sick fuck. Tina was a bitch whore who got what she deserved.”
I stared down at him, briefly surprised by his words. “Jealous?”
Charles chuckled. “Not one fucking bit. Her and Zane have caused enough shit for this organization.”
“Had.” My grin grew. “I enjoyed watching Zane’s life leave his eyes.”
“He’s dead.” Charles paled. “You killed him.”
“Ding ding, motherfucker.” I slapped his cheek before gripping his jaw. “I should have made him suffer too.”
Charles laughed. “The bastard was a pussy. The real threat was Tina and Tyler. Those two together could destroy the fucking world.”
My heart jumped in my throat. “They were together.”
“You bet your fucking ass they were.” Charles laughed even harder. “Tina was a sick fuck, sleeping with her brother and Tyler. But I wasn’t paid to care. We all ignored it.”
Shit. That was new information none of us knew about. It all made sense now.
“You didn’t know. Fuck, this is good. You should probably kill me before Tyler breaks your girlfriend.”
A tremor of brutal rage soared through me. I yelled out, tightening my hold on Charles’ neck and squeezed.
He never stood a chance.
When his neck popped, I squeezed even harder. A bone protruded from his throat, blood spattering my hands. This was too slow. I pulled the switch from my boot, flipped it open and jammed it into the side of his neck.
Blood sputtered from his mouth, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
I leaned down to his ear. “Your boys should have checked everywhere for weapons,” I told him, pushing the blade deeper into the artery.
But it wasn’t enough. I enjoyed feeling the life leave his body. A body that had caused damage for many innocent victims. This was for them. This was for every girl, every boy, every single person he hurt. This was for taking Asher and Meeka months ago. For working with people that caused my best friend to fuck someone else to keep his girl safe.
I squeezed Charles’ neck until there was nothing left. Until he was no longer writhing and squirming beneath me. I stabbed and then squeezed some more. And only then did I feel at peace. One down. Who the fuck knew how many to go. But Tyler would die at my fingertips for different reasons.
I rose from Charles’ body and made my way back to Max’s house.
With each step I took, the fury surrounded me. It enveloped my skin and gave me the strength I needed to avenge her.
When I left the room Charles held me in, I realized we were back at the same house he had held Asher and Meeka captive. He wasn’t the brightest motherfucker.
I patted my pockets, letting out a curse that Charles had taken my phone. He was smart about that at least. I hated fighting a pussy. If you were going to hit me, at least own it.
I charged further down the hall, keeping my head low and the pistol high. Two large fuckers came into view as I rounded a corner and shots rang out before they even stood a chance. My heart stuttered, a flush of heat washing over my skin. I lived for this. Watching the two men fall to the floor in a bundled heap of dying limbs sent a course of euphoria through my soul. If it were anyone else, I may have felt some sort of guilt but when it came to anyone that had to do with taking these girls and boys, they deserved everything they got.
Rummaging through the pockets of the fallen men, I grinned when I came across a burner phone and quickly called Coby.
“Yeah,” came his barked reply.
“Coby.” I breathed a relief at the sound of my best friend’s voice.
“Dale? Where the hell are you and what number are you calling from?”
“I need your help,” I said, leaving the confines of the large house.
“Tell me.”
I explained everything and demanded for someone, any of them, head over to Max’s house and save her before Tyler ripped through her.
“Jay’s already there.”
“What?” My eyes widened. “No, he’ll hurt her too.” I would never forgive myself if something happened to her and her baby.
“Fuck.” Coby let out another string of curses. “I’m calling Angel now on Brogan’s phone. Tyler has lost his shit.”
“I’m going to kill him,” I warned Coby.
“Not if … what … what the hell are you talking about, little one?” he asked Brogan.
“Jay said Max kicked her out. I’m heading there now,” I heard Brogan say in the background.
“What the fuck is going on?” I demanded. “Someone pick me the fuck up and get me the hell out of here.”
“I’m on my way.” Coby hung up.
“Fuck,” I yelled. If something more happened to Max because of Tyler, I would skin him alive. I would kill everyone he was close to and make him watch. I would end the very existence he didn’t deserve to have.