Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I bite down on my lip as anger slowly swallows me like a black void. She turns in the bed, the pain causing her to cry out in her sleep. That sound flips the switch in me.
I jump up and leave the room, storming through the house. “Bob?” I shout. “Where the fuck is that piece of shit?” With each step I take, I feel my pulse behind my eyes. I can’t get the image of him on top of her out of my head, and it’s making me enraged. “Bob!” I yell, balling my fists.
I come into the living room, and he’s sitting on the sofa.
“What did I tell you I’d do if you disrespected me?” My fingers dig into my fists, and tension courses through my muscles.
His eyes hone in on me as he takes a sip of his beer. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you liked the bitch.”
I feel my eye twitch, and I inhale. Gritting my teeth, I slowly cross the room. Without thought, I raise my hand back and slap the beer from his hand. Frothy white foam spews through the air. Bob’s eyes fly open and he attempts to stand, but I grab him by the throat, jerking him to his feet.
“You don’t deserve to live after what you did.” I squeeze my hand around his thick throat. The tendons pop beneath my grip as my fingers dig into his sweaty flesh.
His fingers clench into my arms, clawing at me to let him go. He strains his neck to the side, managing to choke out, “You’re no better.”
I shake him, my hold tightening. He’s thrashing around, trying to fight me. In a moment of strength, he grabs my shoulders and manages to force me back. My legs bang into the coffee table, and we both crash down on top of it. I hear the glass cracking beneath me, and before I can stand, the glass shatters, sending us both crashing to the floor.
I lose my hold on Bob, and he attempts to roll away, crawling on his hands and knees as he pants for breath.
I go at him, grabbing him by his hair. “Family or not, I’ll teach you to fuck around with me. Blood holds little meaning when you can’t trust a person.”
I pull him to his feet and drag him down the hallway to the basement door. He’s screaming like a bitch the entire way. “Caleb! Paul! Help!” he shouts. “He’s gonna kill me. Help!” He’s pleading, groveling; his voice has a prominent tremor behind it.
I open the door to the stairs and pull him behind me. His body bangs down each step. He’s scratching at my hands to let him go. When we get to the bottom I hear footsteps running down the stairs.
“The fuck, Jude?” I hear Caleb mutter behind me. “Jude!” He tries to get my attention again, but I just keep walking to the door leading to that room.
“Jude!” Caleb keeps shouting after me.
I open the door to the room Bob tortured Tor in. The cold air rushes around me as I step in. I pull the thin, worn string that hangs above my head, and the dim light buzzes on. The floor is still covered in Tor’s blood and a thin layer of water. “Cut the temp up to sixty, Caleb.”
He says nothing, but I hear him fumble with the dial outside the room.
I eye Bob, my nostrils flaring. “Get me some chains.”
“Jude, man, you can’t be serious.”
“Did I fucking stutter, Caleb? Get them. Now!” I growl.
He turns, and I glance down at Bob. “You will be sorry for what you did to her. You will regret disobeying me.”
Bob tries to shake free from me and I twist a fistful of hair, jerking his head back. “Don’t fucking fight me. I will win. Don’t fuck with me.”
His body falls limp and he releases a long breath of surrender. The rattle of chains breaks the silence when Caleb drops the heavy metal on the floor beside me.
“Chain his arms and hang him up.” I point to the ceiling.
Caleb’s gaze locks on Bob as he closes the handcuff around his wrists. He unfolds the step stool, the worn metal legs scratching against the floor as he climbs up to hook the chains to the ceiling.
My gaze is fixated on Bob. “You will stay here until you realize how wrong you were.”
Bob laughs while his body is raised slightly from the ground. “You’re the one who’s wrong. You’re the one that’s fucked up.”
I can’t stop myself. My vision goes red from the amount of blood coursing through my body. I slam my fists across the bridge of his nose. Warm blood splatters over my forearm and the front of my jeans. I want to fucking kill him, but I have something else in mind right now. I stand, glaring at him, angry as hell, and have to force myself to leave.