Page 18 of Alexander's Heart

“Fuck, G-God help me, fuck, stop, B-Bets is mine, Harrington, she was p-promised to me. She was always m-meant to be, mine.”

I slice again, this time deeper and down his right cheek, and the satisfaction in the crimson flow exposing his jawbone, makes me laugh darkly.

“Lily was never yours, Trickle, she never wanted your advances, she told you repeatedly that she wasn’t interested but you didn’t respect her polite refusal.”

He starts shaking uncontrollably, his body going into shock, I slap the left side of his face hard to garner his attention.

“R-rob w-will f-find me, he won’t let m-me g-go,” Trickle stumbles out, before losing consciousness.

Doc moves in and pulls out some gauze and packs the pricks facial wound.

“How far do you think I can push him, Doc?” I demand.

“He’s weak, start pushing harder, he’s already started revealing information, just do it quickly, this dweeb isn’t going to last.”

The men are chuckling and I do too, I’ll admit, it feels good to laugh. Bad taste, yes! But Trickle deserves no humanity.

“There was a cousin that was named Robert Trickle, he died ten years ago, his death records show he drowned in the lake at the fishery.” Reid informs us.

“Do you think Trickle is lying to cover his own tracks or could this Robert still be alive?”

I look to Reid who is waiting for a response via Comms. He growls and shoots his eyes to mine while shaking his head, listening intently to whatever information Command is telling him.

“Robert’s body was never recovered, Chief. There was an investigation into Robert’s father because he was a known abuser to his wife and kids, but Robert’s body was never found, so they couldn’t charge him, nothing ever stuck. Command are also saying that the fathers of Jay and Robert are deceased, found in a burnt out vehicle a few years ago.”

“Fuccckkk!” I roar, looks like there’s another fucking depraved asshole we have to find.

“Contact Charlie and Delta team, and let Mannion’s men know to be on alert, lock it down.” I order Reid.

“On it, Chief.” Reid jumps on Comms letting the other teams know we need to be aware there’s possibly a second threat.

My body is vibrating with fresh waves of adrenaline. I need answers and I need them right fucking now. I stare down at my hands dripping in Trickles filthy fucking blood and enjoy seeing the fruits of my labor, it feels good to give him the pain he so righteously deserves.

CHAPTER SEVEN

ALEXANDER

Itook my time washing my hands while I admired the rivulets of crimson swirl down the drain, relishing every drop I extracted from his rotten body. Anyone who tortures women and children deserves all the hell I’m about to reign down on them. I put my gloves on and stalk toward my prey, laser focused on amping up his level of pain.

I grab Trickles balls, and he screams into consciousness, “Where. Is. Rob?”

I tighten my vice like grip and bile spews from Trickles rancid mouth, “You will tell me where to find your cousin, asshole, because if you don’t, your pain will never end.”

I feel warm liquid running over my gloved hand when this filthy piece of shit pisses himself, it doesn’t make me let up the strangulation to his junk, no, it only fuels my rage.

“M-myc-cousin s-said Bets was to b-be m-mine b-but h-he lied, h-he w-was the one who-who wanted her a-all al-long.”

I stab my knife into his arm and his screams pierce the air with his pain, I twist the blade extending his torture because this asshole deserves no leniency. I remove the blade from his arm dripping with blood and wipe the blade clean on his filthy dick, again he screams and starts sobbing and pleading like a baby as I create surface cuts over his pathetic excuse of manhood.

Trickle can only groan now, because he’s fading, and fast. Doc rests his hand on my shoulder and nods downward and when I track my gaze down, I see that I’ve almost torn his balls off, the skin separating from the force of my grip. Bile creeps up my esophagus and I let go of Trickles sac and nod to Doc.

“Keep talking asshole, why them? or my next move will be to slice them clean off.” I grind out.

“My g-grandpappy t-told us from a y-young age that he f-found us our wives, h-he wanted a p-pure w-white bloodline. The t-twins were h-his choice, with their w-white, blonde hair, p-pale skin, and b-blue eyes.”

I lean over into his face and grind out, “And you went along with this shit?”

“W-we didn’t have a f-fucking c-choice, Grandpappy w-was c-commanding and ruled our f-family, as d-did our father’s. We-we had to f-follow their o-orders or w-we’d be b-beaten s-senseless.”

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