Page 96 of Uncaged Obsessions

“We won’t kill him,” I tell her.

“Somehow, I still don’t believe you.”

“That’s fine. If we do, we won’t involve you.”

“Now I really don’t believe you.” She shakes her head and looks over at Max who’s behind the bar, not paying attention to us. Which is good because I don’t want her overhearing and knowing about this half assed plan.

“I won’t ask you for anything ever again,” I try.

“You’re not doing very well convincing me.”

“What will it take?”

“Tell your buddies to leave me alone. It’s not going to happen, and they’re wasting their time.”

“Who? Cal and Alexander?” I act clueless.

She gives me a look that tells me she doesn’t buy my nonchalant act.

“Fine, I’ll tell them to back off,” I relent.

“Fine, I’ll see what I can do.”

I figured she still wouldn’t follow through, but she did, writing the address on a piece of paper she slipped me the last time she saw me, telling me to burn it right away.

Now, Caine and I are headed to the house that turns out to be a little shit hole on the edge of town. It’s perfect because there’s not many people around to hear him beg for mercy.

Caine and I don’t say much as we cut the engines on our bikes down the street, and go around the back of the small shack looking house. He ends up picking the lock of a side door we find and I really wonder why that’s a skill he developed. Though, it helps right now so I guess it doesn’t matter.

We find the older man asleep, and he clearly isn’t someone who’s on guard because we aren’t quiet as we stomp through his house, or as we enter his room.

Or when Caine kicks him in the stomach.

“Get the fuck up.” My tone is stern, but not loud.

“Wha—” He grunts, trying to get his bearings, but I don’t let him get far, grabbing the back of his shirt, and slamming him down onto the ground, face first.

“Don’t fucking act like you don’t know who we are.” Caine kicks him in his side again.

“I’ll kill you,” Doogie spits, and I laugh, continuing to hold him down by the back of his neck as he attempts to get up weakly.

“Should I let you up so you can try?” I taunt.

“You let me up I’ll either arrest you or kill you,” he groans, and I see Caine is pressing his foot on the small of his back.

“Can’t arrest us, you’re not a cop anymore.” Caine smiles, and it’s so sinister I would be afraid of him if I didn’t know him. “If you want to try to kill us, then go ahead.”

He lets up at the same time I do, and we give the older man a chance to get up off the floor. He struggles, coughing and wheezing as he does. But we just wait, standing tall, waiting to see what he’ll do.

As soon as he’s standing, he continues to stay slightly hunched even while raising his fists like he’s actually going to attempt to fight us. I can’t help the laugh that bursts out of me at the sight.

Caine just looks entertained. Especially when Doogie actually starts coming toward us like he’s going to throw one of those fists. Before he gets the chance, Caine moves quickly, jabbing his own punch forward right into the man’s face.

Doogie’s hand flies up to his nose that’s pouring blood while he groans in pain.

“What was that you were saying about killing us?” I can’t help but tease him.

“You’re fucking dead men.”

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