Page 17 of Deceit

Bubba spits, for his sake, not in my direction. “I knew you were hunting me down. Wasn’t going to wait for you and that redheaded prick to take me out.”

Kyson.

While I was a react first, ask questions can come second kinda guy, I’m taking a page from my best friend’s book and trying here.

Not only do my fists want to plummet into his face, but I’m ready to just get what I need done and be over this shit.

“And here we are.” Reaching for the dangling rope, it already has a hangman’s noose made at the end. Bubba sees it and narrows his eyes at me.

“You’re gonna hang me?”

I furrow my own. “Of course not. This is to wrap around your body.”

“I’m already tied.” Bubba watches me as I toss it over his wide frame and yank on it to tighten. “Too tight.”

“Calm down. I need to show you where I used to imagine offing your ass when I was a kid.”

“I don’t want to see your shit. Unless...your sister is in sight.”

His comment is to get a reaction out of me. However, even though I’ve already hit him, I’d like to see something else.

Reaching for my phone, I pull up my gallery, locating a screenshot of my sister that I saved. It was a selfie from years ago, something I found while searching for her to make sure she was doing fine. The only picture I have of her.

Turning the screen so he can see it, I let him bury himself even deeper when he examines the only thing I have that makes me warm inside. His dark eyes ping pong around her, interested and probably growing hard.

“Why are you showing me this?” he finally asks. “You offering her to me or something for information?”

“Do you got any?”

“Maybe.”

“That’s too bad,” I reply. “Cause I’m not really here for that.”

“Then whatdoyou want?”

Tucking my phone back into my back pocket, I stare down at him, feeling a familiar coldness sweep through my veins. It keeps everything else out, emotions, feelings, memories, things that would make me go insane.

Everything.

Bubba scoffs loudly and shakes his head. “You might be a big man now, Bishop, but you’re still the same weak little bastard that I fucked up the ass. You can’t shove that out of your head, me inside you. My hard cock in that tight asshole.” He hums deeply, getting my hands to clench hard into fists. “Your sister...she was next. I wanted her more than anyone. But…I had to settle with the next best thing. Your little girlfriend, Camilla—” One of my hands mindlessly seize his throat as I lower myself onto my haunches. A deeply buried craze begins to nudge its way to the surface of my brain.

“I’m not sure what you’re bragging about because I got you to fake your own death, didn’t I?”

He tsks. “I saw what you did to my nephew, Mac. You let that crazy fuck of a friend skin him alive.”

A slow curl of my lips emerges from my face. Kyson is the pure definition of my ride or die.

I carelessly lift my shoulders. “Should’ve kept his hands to himself.”

“From what I remember, the little bitch couldn’t keep her legs shut.” The pads of my fingers dig into his throat but not hard enough for Bubba to shut the hell up.

I don’t want him to.

I crave to hear all the vile shit he wants to say so that I can make his death that much more satisfying to my siblings and me that he scared and harassed half to death.

Not that I’m going to broadcast it to Scarlett and Hardy. But it’ll be nice to know he’s dead and gone. That he’ll never touch them. That his rape days are over.

“We’ve taken turns on her before, you know,” Bubba continues like an idiot. “All for that white powder that your mama liked to suck up her nose too. All those fucking whores sucked dick and would have a train ran on them just to get a hit. Even her.”

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