Page 60 of Tormenting Me

“He loves you, you know?” I offer, as we cross over the Bay Bridge back into the city.

Sky kisses Atlas’s forehead. “I know. I love him too.”

Chapter thirty-five

Wes

Bannister’s been a busy piece of shit as of lately. The quantity of drugs he is moving within the city is quite impressive for a nobody like him. Now that I know he has is working with the Bratva in the city, it’s a little hard tracking everything. While I’m pissed that drugs are being pushed into the city, nothing pisses me off more than the girls being trafficked. I won’t feel better until this motherfucker is sitting in the warehouse on the kill floor.

I can’t wait to watch my beautiful wife end this sorry excuse for a human’s life. God, just thinking of her slitting his throat gets me hard. I lean back in my seat, already ready to ditch this stake out to go home and fuck the daylights out of her. But we need to get this done before we leave for Tahoe. I don’t want anything hindering us from enjoying ourselves. I spent way too much time at work planning this vacation.

Bannister is making a drop at a house in South City, and he’s alone. This is my one opportunity to grab him. I’m glad I prepped, just in case a situation like this came up. The warehouse is ready for him. All I’d have to do is send Layne a text to let her know to open the Bay Doors, so I can just drive right inside. I pop the glove box and pull out a black case that holds a syringe and a vial of ketamine. I draw up a dose that will knock him on his ass.

Time to play a little bad cop. Let’s do this Wes.

I wait until he leaves the house and drives off. I stick the portable light on the top of the car, flipping a bitch, and follow him. The streets of South City blur as I follow Bannister’s car. The feel of the cool breeze against my face does nothing but only intensifying the anger that consumes my mind.

I grip the steering wheel tightly, keeping a safe distance between us as I navigate the busy streets. My focus doesn’t shift, knowing that this could be the once chance for us to end him. He won’t abuse anyone ever again. Though I’m not naïve to think that the drug trade will stop. Drugs will always find a way into the city, but at least it won’t be through him.

I approach his apartment complex, adrenaline courses through my veins. Bannister pulls up in front of the building, unaware of the fate that awaits him. I quickly park behind him, flipping the little temporary light on. His eyes go to his rearview mirror and I watch him mouth ‘fuck’. A smirk creeps across my face as I exit my car. My badge hangs from the lanyard around my neck, the syringe tucked in my back pocket.

The door to my car slams shut as I start toward his shit box of a car. “Afternoon,” I say, trying to sound as chipper as I can. “Any idea why I stopped you?”

Bannister looks up at me, a fake ass smile plastered on his face. “No idea, seeing as I just parked in front of my apartment complex. I don’t think I was speeding. Let me guess, need to meet your quota?”

This motherfucker.

I shake my head, keeping my composure. “Nah. This isn’t about quotas,” I say calmly, my eyes narrowing. “License and registration.” Now I really don’t need that shit, but having him turned away makes it easier to subdue him. Bannister huffs before he turns to reach into his glove box for his documents. I reach into my back pocket and pull the cap off the syringe, leaning in and stabbing it into his jugular.

“What the fuck!” He yells. “What the hell…did…” He passes out before he can finish his sentence.

“Night, night asshole. Do I have a surprise for you when you wake up.” I chuckle.

My eyes dart around, searching for any witnesses. Fortunately, there is no one out. Even if there was, this area of the city is shit. People don’t talk if they see crimes, they’re too afraid of the repercussions. I open the door to his car and pull him out. I hoist him up over my shoulder and walk to the back of my car. Regretting not opening the trunk beforehand.

I unlock it and pull it up, dropping Bannister inside. His head bounces off the metal with a satisfying thud. I stand back, satisfied. I pull out my cell and send a text to Layne.

Wes: My love, would you have the doors open and waiting for me? I have a special delivery for you.

Layne: I swear to God if you say it’s your cock, I’m gonna break your LOTR DVDs.

Is she serious?

Don’t do it Wes.

Wes: It’s my cock.

Layne doesn’t respond. I slam the trunk closed and slide into the driver’s seat, closing the door. Okay, not gonna lie. I’m a little nervous.

Wes: I’m kidding.

Wes: Ma Petite Mort, I’m sorry. Forgive me.

Nothing. I fire up the engine and send another text before driving off.

Wes: Are you still mad?

Layne: You want to know if I’m mad?

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