Page 68 of Sinful Touch

“Please, don’t,” I beg him as I turn and run towards my bike.

“Begging doesn’t sound good on you, Jaxon Fox,” He snaps at me.

I hear his breathing increase as he lets out his scream, I can hear Lil, she is crying, whimpering.

“Please meet me. Leave her alone, Chad,” I say as I swing my leg over, gain my balance, start my bike, and place my phone in the holder.

“Listen,” He whispers into the phone.

“Scream for me slut,” He says as he does something, I don't know what, but whatever it is, it is hurting her.

“Chad, please!” she cries and screams, making my heart sink as I ride faster down the dirt road.

This has to fucking end, the cop was right it only made things worse with the restraining order, but tonight it ends, tonight I will make sure he can never fucking touch her again.

The firetruck and cop cars race by me as I focus on the road ahead of me, on the cries from the love of my life on the other side of the phone.

I don't care about the lake house. The only thing I care about is her.

“I’ll see you soon Jaxy boy,” He says and hangs up the phone.

Fuck.

This can only end one of two ways: I know this, and so does he.

I will do whatever it fucking takes to make sure he can never hurt her again.

I pull up to the side of the building. I turn off my bike and click on the tracker app, Lil’s phone is pinging inside, telling me he is waiting for me, and now I have no idea where Lil is.

I take a deep breath as I swing my leg over and straighten, starting to make my way beside the fence to the open sidewalk leading me underneath the bleachers and into the underground locker room.

This is where I confronted him when I should have fucking killed him.

I begin making my way underneath, holding tightly onto my helmet.

I see a light up front about 15 feet away, and a figure stands in the light.

He is standing still, just waiting for me to make another point.

If he wants me to feel powerless, out of control, and completely fucking unhinged, he is getting exactly what he fucking wants.

“Where the fuck is she?” I say as I stop about a foot away from Chad.

I look down at his hands and see the fresh blood on his knuckles.

“What the fuck did you do, Chad?” I ask, hearing the anxiety in my voice.

“Made sure that the only one that is on her mind is me.”

My blood boils, and my vision blurs as I rush into Chad, before he can do anything I hit him as hard as I fucking can in the side of the head with my helmet, and he stumbles. I drop my helmet and grab him by the throat, turning and pushing him against the wall.

“Are you ready to die, Chad?” I ask him, my voice low and filled with hate.

“Are you Jaxon?” He snaps as he punches me in the face.

A grunt leaves me as my vision becomes more blurred.

I tighten my grip on his throat and punch him in the stomach over and over and over again, I release my hold on him and watch him slide down the wall.

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