Page 40 of Justice

I open the door and look out into the courtyard, and to the side of the building are some of the football jocks laughing and joking with the girls.

“If they only knew how much of a whore she actually is,” the one I remember is named Joanne says.

“I should get raped, too, if it would get me a brand-new house, a man, and a family,” Debbie jokes, cackling like it's the most hilarious thing.

One of the jocks that I played football with years ago has his phone out. All of them are turned away from us, not able to see that we’re behind them.

I want nothing more than to rip into them, but I want to hear this even if it fucking kills me.

The one I remember being named Kevin snorts. “I should have had my turn when we found her lying there in the woods before we got caught.”

Holy shit.

I look at my brothers like, did you just fucking hear this shit?

“I know, right? It was fucking sexy the way she was lying there with her skirt pushed up, like she was waiting on us,” Danny, another player, joins in and grabs his dick through his pants.

“I don’t know what you guys see in her,” Joanne snarls, disgusted by them.

Kevin shakes his head. “She is classy pussy, it must be fucking golden for the way they pulled out all the stops for her.”

Danny nods in agreement. “Yeah, maybe we can finish the job we couldn’t that night.”

That’s all I can handle.

“Have you ever seen the fuckingWalking Dead?” I ask my brothers and chuckle darkly.

The men all turn to look at us, their eyes widening in surprise and fear. They clearly didn't expect to be overheard, let alone confronted.

"W-what are you talking about, man?" Kevin stammers, trying to play it off.

I take a step forward, my fists clenched at my sides. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. You just admitted to being there that night, to leaving Elle for dead in the woods."

Danny backs away, his hands raised defensively. "Hey, we didn't do anything! We just found her like that!"

"Bullshit," Mason growls, moving to stand beside me. "You said you should have 'had your turn.' You're fucking sick."

Joanne and her friends look between us and the jocks, their faces pale. They realize they're in way over their heads now.

I make my way over to them, getting in Kevin’s and Danny’s faces. “Nothing can get you out of the fucking hole that you just dug yourself into.”

My hand lashes out and I grab them both by their throats. They make a god-awful choking sound that delights me.

The girls start screaming at the top of their lungs, begging someone to help.

My fingers tighten around their necks as I slam them against the wall of the clubhouse. Rage courses through my veins, fueling my strength. They claw at my hands, gasping for air, but I don't relent.

"You fucking pieces of shit," I snarl, my face inches from theirs. "You're going to pay for what you did to her."

Mason and Reid are by my side in an instant, their own anger palpable.

Tiffany steps forward, her eyes blazing with a cold fury I've never seen before. "You're not going to get away with this.” I turn around to see her, Leah, and Meadow holding the girls.

Joanne and her friends are frozen in terror, realizing the gravity of the situation. They know they're fucked.

Kevin’s and Danny's faces turn a sickly shade of purple as I maintain my iron grip on their throats. Their eyes bulge, pleading silently for mercy they don't deserve.

"Christopher." Tiffany's voice cuts through the red haze of my rage. "Not here. Not like this."

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