Page 66 of Judgment Day

With a nod, he allowed her to help him. Once they had the pervert seated, Scar leaned against the wall for support. Exa walked across the room and got her duffle bag. She brought it to where the judge was and sat it on a lounge chair. She went through it until she found the rope.

“Give it to me,” Scar told her. “I’ll tie him up.”

She handed him the rope. She then went through the bag again. She had one medical kit left. She took it over to Scar and sat it on the couch.

“After you tie him up, take care of those wounds. You promised me forever. If I get even a day less than forever, I’ll be mad,” she told him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, smiling.

Exa went back to her duffle and retrieved the items she needed. She then laid the items on the couch. As Scar tied the judge up, the judge began to talk.

“Ben,” the judge whispered.

“Shut the fuck up,” Scar told him.

“Listen, son...”

“I’m not your fucking son. Just like Exa is not your daughter.”

Damn right,Exa thought as she tried to decide which device she wanted to use first.

“Ben, she’s pulled something like this before. She’s turned one of my men against me before.”

Exa rolled her eyes.

“She lured him to her side. Then she used him up until there was nothing left. He lost his family because of her. She seduced him.”

Exa chuckled.

“I bet she hasn’t told you about him. She used to call him Sweet Sal.”

Exa froze. How did he know she’d called Sal that? Exa spun around to find Scar looking at her.

The judge chuckled. “She didn’t tell you about Sal, did she?” the judge asked.

“She did,” Scar said, eyes still on her.

“Did she tell you she seduced him, fucked him silly until he turned on me, then left him?”

“No,” Scar said. “She left that part out.”

Exa folded her arms over her chest and glared at Scar. If he was buying the judge’s lies, she would be torturing his ass soon. The judge chuckled again before spitting out blood. He coughed, then continued spouting his nonsense.

“She’s manipulative,” the judge said. “Don’t let her ruin you, Ben. Release me. I can help you. She’ll just bring you down.”

Exa cocked her head to the side. “You believing this shit?”

“No,” Scar said, then smiled. “I’m just letting him talk, so you can get a minute to rest.”

The judge’s gaze jerked to Scar. “You bastard. I hired you. I paid you...”

“Thank you for that,” Scar said. “If you hadn’t hired me, I never would’ve found my future wife.”

Exa smiled.

“That bitch isn’t wife material,” the judge yelled.

Scar slapped him. A tooth went flying from the judge’s mouth.

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