Page 37 of Deviant Secrets

Without thinking, I grabbed a fistful of this hair and shoved him into the pot of boiling hot sauce and watched in satisfaction and the bubbles emerged, signifying his loss of oxygen and melting face.

His hands braced against the counter and he kicked off, causing me to lose my balance and fall to the floor. He grabbed a fistful of my hoodie and laid into my face, getting a few good hits in. Crimson lined his bruised knuckles, and I closed my eyes,imagining everything I worked for and who I had waiting on me. Different memories flashed with each hit I received.

Before I could pry him off my body, my stick came down hard, hitting him repeatedly as Chloe beat the piss out of him.Why is she here?

Her blazing eyes followed his every movement as his body shook under her. I should help him, but what kind of man would I be to stop female rage?

I smiled, rising slowly to my feet in awe, watching her exact her revenge. Although I winced inwardly when the stick snapped in half.

Bile rose in my throat as she pulled his pants down and readied the splintered wood. Lurching forward, I grabbed her wrist and gently placed enough pressure to make her drop it.

“Why’d you do that!” Her proximity forced the yell to hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew she was angry, but I had to stop her.

In no way, shape or form was I letting her live with the burden of having blood on her hands. Rageful tears pricked at her eyes and I moved toward her.

I caressed her face gently before wiping the tears away with a sigh. “This is on me, baby. If you stick that up his ass, then you are no better than him. Do you want to live with that?”

Her bloodied hand rested atop of mine, and she sighed. Her beautiful doe eyes pleaded with mine to let her stay. “Go find Angel and get out of here before the place burns to the ground.”

She nodded and backed away as I bent down and grabbed his wrinkly suit collar. A soft whisper sounded from the doorway.

“I Love you.”

“Huh?” My eyes shot toward her as she disappeared from my sight.She said it.A triumphant smile spread across my lips, and I leaned down to his ear.

“Did you hear that…she loves me.” I chuckled menacingly.

Heaving him up quickly, I dragged him toward the sink with the little fight he had left, ignoring his pleas. This needed to be finished. My lungs burned as the smoke billowed into the kitchen.

“She loves me.” I repeated almost giddy. Stuffing his head into the dirty sink water and holding it there while he fought desperately for air.

Jokes on him. The pain drove me to keep going, my cock straining against my pants as I imagined they were the manicured hand of my girl.

The ones I pay for with the money made entirely by my skills, and the way I saved for the future, whether she would’ve been in it or not. He had nothing on me other than a fortune that was handed to him carelessly.

He could have it. He could have it all, and when I was finished, there would be nothing left. Just crisp, shriveled up bodies. She would get her justice and so would I.

Although I hated him, family is family, and I opted to make it quick. Grabbing the meat tenderizer off the counter, it met the back of his head, his skull giving away at the blunt force.

“This is for Chloe.”

Blood sprayed over my face and on my sweater as I beat his head in repeatedly, refusing to stop until the repeated screams of Angel brought me back to reality. I felt numb. It was over and we could all move on.

“Ooh chicken cutlets,” Angel piped up, and I snorted. He helped himself as he spread the gasoline, making sure to touch every surface as he stuffed his face.

“You had to let her through? Did she get out okay?” I wanted to make sure she was safe before he burned the rest of the place down.

“No idea what you’re talking about. Ready to light this place up?”

“It’s overdue, isn’t it?”

Nodding, he pulled the matchbook out of his pocket and ignited one, throwing it down in haste, then another, and we took off.

I stood on the edge of the grass with Chloe in my arms, watching my childhood home burn to the ground. There was no making it look like an accident.

It was arson through and through. Satisfaction warmed my body as a few burning arms tried to wave for help over the bars that he placed. Now their souls can stay trapped in that prison. My eyes glazed over, emotionless as the flames licked at the house.

“And this is for me.”

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