Page 36 of Deviant Secrets

But did we really? They didn’t have any remorse when they raped women and made them face their abusers as a sick joke. Why should they be shown any form of mercy?

“As you all know, this piece of garbage is a rapist, as are some others in the room. Rapists that you continue to cover for.”

I paced around the table slowly, grabbing the dirty bucket and opened the top with a smile. This would be amazing and perfect for my…unique capabilities. The room smelled of gasoline and I reached inside the bucket to pull out the rats, placing them intricately over his abdomen.

“The system failed Chloe Whitlock, failed all of them. Ezra almost took out his own brother over it. Sad, isn’t it?”

In a flash, the bucket was on top of his abdomen. A rope circled around the mouth and secured at two areas on the table. He screamed, and you could see the shadows. The small creatures already squirmed, looking for a way out.

“I asked a question!” I boomed out against the room and a few nodded, but nobody dared answer. Calling for the blowtorch, I stood quiet and at attention as it ignited and moved around the bucket. By now it had to have been a hundred degrees in there and if his screams were any indication, it would only be a matter of time.

Reaching into my pocket with a sigh, I grabbed a pack of smokes and tapped it a few times against my hand before takingone out to give it a light. I know, totally unhealthy, but I only smoke when I’m taking out the trash now. Among his screams were tiny squeaks and chewing sounds as the rats burrowed through all seven layers of skin. Gnawing at the organs, trying to find a way out through his back.

His screams quieted, blood pooling from the bottom of the bucket in a twisted justice. “Lift it. Show everyone what happens when you touch what isn’t yours.”

It didn’t phase me. I’d seen way too much in my short life already. Pretty much immune at this point. Hopefully, this would cut out the echo in Nick’s head. All the times he was powerless to help Chloe.

Returning the pack of smokes into my suit pocket, I headed for the secret entry that Nick and I always used to sneak into the house after a wild ass party. The rest of the team left as if nothing happened, ready to become an alibi at any moment.

Striking the match against the box in the telltale way I did, a smirk graced my features, knowing that even by some miracle, I was caught. I’d happily sit in prison knowing not only Chloe was okay, but everyone else that never received justice due to the disgusting number of cover-ups for the rich in this city would be alright as well.

“You all get to die today. You should have spoken up, done something…then you would be walking out of here today.”

The unmistakable sound of doors locking and windows closing in from the outside sent a rush straight to my dick. I dropped the match and was quick to light another and another until flames licked the room and I stepped out, locking the door behind me.

Nicholas

My ears perked up at the yelling coming from the kitchen. I hated this fucking house and every single memory in it. He wouldn’t get away with what he did to her. All the horrible abuses she had gone through. No matter what revenge was taken tonight, it would never be enough.

She’d be a Palmer all right, and she wouldn’t be ashamed of the person she shared that name with.

I kicked the door in, splinters of wood flew across the threshold of the kitchen. I stepped through calmly, looking for my brother. Letting the guys take care of the rest was a piece of cake, as long as Ezra was mine. After this, I could go back to my quaint drama free-ish life.

The screams rounded the corner, swirling and thrumming at my skull, reminding me of all the times I had to pull my parents apart as he watched, smirking. I’d be doing the world a favor tonight. Nobody would miss Ezra Palmer.

A pained scream sounded, and I moved fast. Flashbacks knocked at the door in my head, and I pushed them down swiftly. History wouldn’t be repeating itself ever again.

Holding my stick against my chest, slow steps brought me right where I needed to be. There he was, across the kitchen near the stove, holding his wife’s hand over it with an intention to harm her. The coils were alive and red with heat, and I fumed.

Charging toward him, I grabbed his wife and screamed before jumping out of the way. The acrid smell of the fire burned my nostrils and smoke started to billow in from under the door. He started to laugh, reaching for his drink and taking a sip.

“Get out of here!”

“After all this time, you come back. Excuse me for my less than flattering appearance,” he chided, taunting me. “Again, you stick your nose where it’s not supposed to be. Why is that?”

“I just thought you should see something,” I teased, fishing my phone out of my pocket and opening the gallery to a video of Chloe tied down and begging to be filled. She looked beautiful like this, but that wasn’t supposed to be on my mind right now.

Her moans for me threatened to turn me feral, even in this serious situation, and I had to swallow it down with a smirk.

“You were right about her. She will fuck anyone who gives her a mild amount of attention.” I pushed down the anger and guilt that rose within me for even speaking something like that out-loud.

“I told you about her. Too bad you ran that night. I would have let you have a piece once things cooled down between us. She needed to be punished. Learned quickly after that.”

He shrugged his shoulders, and I clenched my jaw tight. “Well, are you going to invite me to eat? It smells delicious and I’m starving.”

Handing me a plate, he gestured for me to follow him and stirred the thick red sauce in the steel pot. He was onto me. His frame tensed as it towered over me. At least, it’s how it felt.

Suddenly, his presence was intimidating, and fear gripped me. Flashes of each and every time he beat me rose to the surface. Every person he hurt, simply because he thought he was above the law. I couldn’t stop here. Chloe needed me, and I knew she wouldn’t be safe around him if I kept him alive.

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