Page 482 of The Tempted

I closed my eyes as they consumed me, pulling me away from my surroundings and into a world where only she existed.

“Get off of me! Please! Someone help!”

So real.

I opened my eyes.

“Fucking bitch. Get the fuck back here!”

So fucking real.

My eyes drifted across the lot to where the sounds were coming from and the sobering image of my Lacey struggling to crawl out of a car, screaming into the dark parking lot for someone to help her.

Fuck no.

Hell motherfucking no.

I felt my fists clench at my sides, my breath quickens and my heart rocket against my chest cavity as my boots pounded the tar of the parking lot. I reached the driver’s side of the car, yanked opened the door and reached for the cocksucker leaning over the console, pulling Lacey’s hair. His fucking pants were around his ankles and his dick was hard when I pulled him off her and slammed him against the side of the car.

“What the fuck?” he sneered.

“Motherfucker, you know whatnomeans? Huh?” I shouted as my fist collided with his jaw. The adrenaline soaring in my veins as I pummeled his face with my fist.

“No, stop!” He cried. “Shit, I’m sorry! Help!”

I grabbed him by his ears and threw him onto the ground, wedging my boot between his legs, crushing his balls.

“Blackie!” Lacey shouted.

“C’mon motherfucker, cry for me. Cry like the bitch you are,” I demanded, grabbing his hair and slammed his skull against the pavement.

“CRY!” I shouted, lifting him by the ears and crashed his head against the ground again.

“WEEP MOTHERFUCKER!”

Blood poured from his mouth, his nose and the back of his head as his eyes stared back at me wide with terror. I tugged his face close to mine, his blood dripping onto my hands as I leaned close and looked into his eyes that were half closed.

“Open your fucking eyes. Look at me!” I ordered.

“Blackie, the cops are coming! Please stop!” Lacey shrieked from somewhere behind me.

“Blackie man, you need to get the fuck out of here. Let’s go,” Stryker called.

Voices surrounded me, yelling at me, warning me, but I ignored them all.

“LOOK AT ME!” I shouted, yanking on his ears until he struggled to meet my gaze.

“You see this face? Remember it. I’m the one who fucking did this to you,” I hissed, before slamming the back of his head against the ground.

The voices faded.

The sirens faded.

All I heard was the sound of bones shattering and the cries of a man dying.

Someone grabbed me from behind, pulling me off him and yanked my hands behind my back. I tore my eyes away from the body on the floor and took in my surroundings as I felt the cold metal tighten around my wrists.

“Dominic Petra, you are under arrest,” Officer Brantley’s voice sounded in my ear. “You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney…”

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