Page 7 of Justice

"Someone better start talking," I growl, taking a step forward. "Now."

My father moves toward me, his hand outstretched as if to calm a wild animal. "Son, maybe we should talk about this in private?—"

"No," I cut him off, my eyes never leaving Derek's face. "Whatever it is, I want to hear it now. Where. Is. Elle?"

"Why hasn’t anyone told him that someone raped Elle? Maybe he could find out what the fuck happened to her,” Lawson yells from behind me, and it’s like a fucking knife runs through me.

I spin around, not believing what I just heard.

“What the fuck did he just say?” My voice is deadly, a tone I have never used before, and I’m one second away from planting a bullet in everyone’s heads.

Something happened to my Elle.

My Elizabeth.

“What happened to her?” I grit out through my teeth, trying not to shake every fucker in here to find out what the fuck happened to her.

My dad and grandpa get over their shock of seeing me. My dad walks over to me, but I push his hand away, knowing if he touches me, I will explode.

My chest is heaving with pent-up rage, waiting for someone to explain what the fuck is going on.

Derek looks at me long and hard. “Someone roofied Elle at a party a couple months ago.” He looks down at the table, fucking shattered. “Someone assaulted her, and we can’t find the fucker who’s done it.”

The air is stolen from my lungs, the world spins as the words go over and over in my head that someone raped my Elle.

She is the sweetest, so precious in this fucked-up world, and someone has hurt her in a way that will forever mar her.

I black out as I flip the heavy table over, tossing it on its side, throwing a chair against the wall and watching it break into a million pieces.

Someone dared to harm her? To hurt her? The pain she suffered, I know it shattered her.

I destroy everything around me, not giving a fuck to what it is until the rage is embedded inside of me.

I rest my head on the wall, breathing hard, and it feels like my chest is going to cave in. I rub my chest, hating that I went away for training and wasn’t home to protect her.

Whoever is the one that dared to hurt her is dead—no, death would be too easy and simple. He is going to suffer the worst torture imaginable for the rest of his days.

“I need to go to her, is she home?” I turn around to look at Derek.

He is standing with his arms crossed next to my dad, my grandpa, and Lawson, all three giving me the stare-down.

“Why?” Derek asks me, and I want to throttle him for not telling me.

“Why the fuck not?” I snap back, pissed, not caring that I’m not showing respect to those above me.

I see my dad turn his head to the side, trying not to smile at me—a look I’m familiar with. Whenever I was a little shit as a kid, he would just laugh and encourage me to be the terror I was.

Derek steps up to me but I don’t back down. I have known him my whole life. He doesn’t scare me, but I will fucking scare him if he doesn’t tell me where she is.

“Elle is pregnant,” he states plainly, and the world moves from under my feet once again, almost knocking me on my ass.

“Fuck me,” I growl, throwing my head back to look at the ceiling. “Is she keeping it?”

Derek nods. “She is, and I won’t let you hurt her.”

I look at him, confused as to why he thinks I would hurt her. “What the fuck are you talking about, Derek?”

His nostrils flare, pissed himself. “She is fragile right now, and we all know that you both have been in love with each other for years. She thinks you wouldn’t want anything to do with her after everything that happened to her, and now that she is pregnant with her rapist’s kid.”

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