Page 46 of Claiming Charlotte

“They all know now. Too bad you won’t be leaving here today to defend yourself.”

Adrian began crying an ugly kind of cry, and the sound made me sick to my stomach. The man expected sympathy and pity.

“I’m sorry. Please. I just wanted a taste of her. She always walks around in those dresses of hers…”

My anger clouded my judgment as his words hit home.

“Yeah. How dare she dress like that,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Comfortable in her own home.” My amusement was quickly turning to anger, and I let it flow. “What did you do to her?”

I wasn’t sure if I could handle hearing what that pig of a man did to her, but I was ready to let it all out, not to mention I was still pissed from my altercation earlier with Arthur, so I had some extra steam to release. The sniveling man only cried in response; it was like he knew he was done for. I formed a fist and brought it down hard on the top of his hand, trapping it between my angry fist and the wooden armrest of the bloodied chair.

I let him scream his pain out before speaking.

“I asked you a question.” My voice was firm and demanding, clearly communicating my need for information and he would give it, one way or the other.

“Okay, okay!” he cried, sounding short of breath. He hiccupped before speaking. “I wrote on her, horrible things I wrote. Cunt. Whore. You get the drift. And when she realized what I was doing, I couldn’t help myself. How could anyone keep their hands off a piece of ass like that? So I helped myself. And man, was it good. She laid there and took it like the whore she is, even after I finished inside her. Her cunt gripped my cock every time she was shocked like a dog,” he admitted, his words turning from frantic confession to taunting jests. That man had guts; I could at least give him that.

I lifted my mask and let it rest against the top of my head, running my four-fingered hand across the stubble on my chin. “Well, we have a problem. See, you touched what wasn’t yours, you hurt her, and I just can’t let you get away with it.”

As I spoke, I retrieved a pair of pliers from the table against the wall and returned to stand in front of him.

“And now you have been judged.”

The sooner he accepted he wouldn't be leaving today, the quicker it would be for him. Over the years, I learned a thing or two from Jason, and I fully intended on using that knowledge. I leaned over him and used my bad hand to pinch either side of his jaw, forcing his mouth to fall open.

“I hope it was worth it.”

Using the pliers, I clamped onto his tongue and pulled. I moved slowly and methodically, making sure that he could feel every rip and tear as I pulled the organ straight out of his body. Blood bubbled to the surface and filled his mouth.

He squealed like the pig he was, causing blood to splatter out of his mouth and all over me. Satisfaction and glee lit up my face and I smirked.

“How’s that for a taste?” I growled, yanking his shirt open.

As buttons from the shirt clattered across the floor. Right over the left peck. I pulled a knife from my pocket and stalked behind him. Grabbing a fistful of his hair I tilted it back and drew it across his neck from ear to ear. He couldn’t suppress his coughing and gurgling, and more blood spilled out of him than I thought was possible for a human body to have.

I kneeled before him and laughed as I watched the light leave his eyes. One down.

Charlotte

“When will you be home?” I asked when Rowan answered the phone.

His response was sultry and sexy, deeper than usual through the receiver.

“I’ll be there in a little while,” he responded. “Don’t wait up for me if you need to rest.”

“Be safe baby.”

“It’s not me you need to worry about princess.”

On the other end there was silence before I heard a match strike and windows blow. Roe coughed and glass crunched.

“I’m just taking out the trash. I heard what happened between you and Arthur. Do I need to pay him a visit? I’m in the area.”

“Rowan,” I warned.

“Alright, alright, I’ll play nice,” he laughed. I heard sirens in the distance and he hung up abruptly.

I knew what he’d been up to, and it was arousing to think about. Pleasant tingling ran down my spine as I thought about Rowan torturing the men who hurt me. Their screams and pleas for mercy being met with a laugh or twisted smirk.? The other night I watched as he stood at the bathroom sink washing the blood from his chest, and I bit my lip watching as it ran down his abdomen and disappeared below his jeans.

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