Page 45 of Justice

I haven’t been able to get my hands on anyone that had a hand in what happened to her.

This burning rage has been brewing, and this is only my first victim.

"Time to talk, Kevin," I snarl, circling him like a predator toying with its prey. "Tell me what happened that night in the woods. Every sordid detail."

Kevin's eyes dart around the room, looking for any shred of mercy or escape. He finds none. Each brother’s face is stoic. "I… I don't know what you're talking about," he stammers, his voice cracking, trying to be brave.

I lean in close, my face mere inches from his. "Don't fucking lie to me. You were there. You saw what happened to Elle and did nothing. Start talking or this is going to get a whole lot worse for you."

Kevin swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. His breathing comes out in harsh pants like he is trying to catch his breath.

“Is he having a heart attack?” Mason laughs loudly and comes to stand next to me. We built this room together.

Our dads built the original torture room but we wanted this for ourselves. We get to be more inventive with these fuckers here.

My dad is a few feet away, watching me. This is a test to make sure I can be the president that he wants me to be.

I’m made for this. It’s in my blood, branded into me.

Kevin's eyes dart around the room frantically, his face glistening with sweat. He licks his dry lips, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to find the right words.

"We… we were just messing around," he starts, his voice trembling. "We didn't mean for it to go that far."

I slam my hand down on the arm of the chair, making Kevin flinch. "Bullshit! You left her there to die. You knew exactly what you were doing."

Kevin shakes his head vehemently. "No, no, I swear! We found her like that. We didn't touch her!"

Mason steps forward, his massive frame looming over Kevin. "Then why were you bragging about it, huh? Talking about how you should have 'had your turn'?"

Kevin's face pales even further, realizing the gravity of his words.

"I… I didn't mean it like that," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. "We were just talking shit, trying to act tough. We didn't actually do anything to her."

I grab him by the throat, my fingers digging into his flesh, wanting to watch the life drain from him. "Then tell me who did," I growl, my face inches from his. "Who raped and beat Elle and left her for dead in those woods?"

Tears stream down Kevin's face as he gasps for air. "I don't know, I swear! We just found her like that. We got scared and ran when a man yelled at us to get away, and he said she was his.

I release my grip, letting him slump back in the chair.

My mind races at Kevin's revelation. A man? Who could it have been? I exchange a glance with Mason, seeing the same questions swirling in his eyes.

I turn back to Kevin, my voice low and menacing. "Describe the man. What did he look like?"

Kevin takes a shuddering breath, his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to remember. "It was dark, I couldn't see him clearly. He was tall, I think. And his voice… it was deep, angry."

It's not much to go on, but it's more than we had before. I step back, running a hand through my hair as I try to process this new information.

I’m disgusted by this fucker, but I have a feeling that this is not all of it.

I walk across the room and look at the tools, smiling when I see a mallet. “How much do you love football?” I ask him.

I pick up the mallet, feeling its weight in my hand as I turn back to face Kevin. His eyes widen in terror as he realizes what I'm implying.

"No, please!" he begs, his voice cracking with desperation. "I'll tell you everything, I swear! Just don't…"

I lean in close, my face mere inches from his. "You had your chance to talk. Now it's time for consequences."

I motion to Mason and Reid, who grab Kevin's arms, holding him in place. He struggles against their grip, but it's futile. They're too strong.

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