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Pure, unthered satisfaction.
“Bet you’re regretting that right about now. I sneer, leaning closer.
The satisfaction bums liet and bright, but a’s fleeting. Because nos natter how much I want to pretend this is true justice for Alyssa’s suffering. know it’s not enough. Phillips isn’t the real monster we need to hunt and kill. He’s just a placeholder for the rage we’re all carrying
If it were Isaac hanging here, I doubt King would’ve stepped back. He wouldn’t have let anyone touch him until he was already dead.
The bag of salt drops from my hands with a dull thud. The grains scatter on the ground. Phillips‘ sobs are quicter now, his chest leaving with shallow, uneven breaths. My hands tremble–not with fear, or regret, but from the adrenaline. The fury
are on me when I turn around. Even with the mask, I can feel his scrutiny,
y, the questions swirling behind his steady gaze
Gray’s eyes are on me
“Where the fuck did all of that come from?” he asks finally, a note of surprise in his voice.
“For Alyssa,” I say simply. Because what else is there to say?
From the moment King decided to hans him, I knew. Every late–night ride, every time he slipped out of bed after Alyssa fell asleep to brood in his office or disappear for hours–in was all leading to this. –
He knew I was following him. Of course, he did. King’s
ng’s always aware of his surroundings. But he never called me out on it, just let me tag along in silence. He understood. I was watching his back, just like he’d watch mine if I was doing the same thing.
Yesterday, I finally confronted him and told him we should inform Gray, King agreed, and to my surprise, Gray didn’t even hesitate. He wanted in,
So tonight, while Gary Phillips was driving drunk home from the strip club. King made his move. He ran the fucker off the road in one of our disposable cars.
Phillips got off one shot, grazing King’s arm, but being struck by a train wouldn’t have stopped him at that point. King punched through the window, knocked him out cold, and dragged him out of the car like it was nothing
To be honest, it was really fucking impressive.
King claps me on the shoulder, his grip solid and grounding. “Not bad, Mace” he says, approval thick in his voice. “But I think it’s time we wrapped this up. I’m starting to feel fucking drained.”
Thoď a quien laugh. “Maybe it’s because you got shot and then tortured this piece of shit for four hours straight”
He smirks. “Yeah, that might be why?
“Yeah, it’s time I went to bed too, Gray says with a heavy sight “Christine needs her nightly breeding
1 glance at him, frowning “Still no progresd
“We’ll find out next week.” Gray replies, rubbing the back of his neck. “But that won’t stop her trying to drain me dry every chance she gets in the
meantime.
King chuckles, shaking his head. “Good luck with that.”
Gray throws a mock salute and turns towards the door leading back into the house, and we follow close behind
“No.” Phillips call our weakly, “You monsters can’t just leave me bere
Gray chuckles darkly, not bothering to turn around. “Watch us”
As we step into the house, Gray flicks the garage light off plunging Phillips into darkness. His pitiful cries fade behind the sound of the door shurting, swallowed by the silence of the night.
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