Page 75 of Justice For Me

“If you ask me that one more fucking time, I’m going to kick your ass. Yes, I am one hundred percent sure. Do you honestly think I would have taken a chance if I wasn’t sure? My RAD makes me want to please people, but not that fucking much, Goldilocks. If I hadn’t been positive, I wouldn’t have opened my fucking mouth. I would have just waited until we were back home, made dad take me to the hospital, and see for myself. I didn’t do that. So, I’m one hundred percent sure. Don’t make me kick your ass by asking again.”

Jasper snorted. “You could try.”

“I’m pretty sure I can kick your ass, Jasper.”

“Yea, I’m pretty sure you can too. Dante trained me, Malachi trained you. There’s a damned good chance you’ll come out on top.”

Justice laughed and then sobered. “Is it really going to be this easy? Are we about to recapture Nicholas? You know, do what Dante, Malachi, and Dustin couldn’t do?”

“Don’t get cocky, fireball.”

“I like cock.”

“Oh my God, you are an idiot.”

The cell Emilio had just given them started ringing, interrupting their banter. Emilio’s men were taking care of surprising Nicholas for them. The phone call would be telling them that they had him at the secured location. Show time.

“By the way, fireball, it was the beginnings of the worst blow job I’ve ever received in my life…and we will never speak of it again. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

Justice slapped Nicholas across the face and then pitched a bucket of ice cold water on him. The bastard sputtered away and shook his head wildly, struggling with his binds at the same time. When his black eyes finally focused and he came face to face with his predicament, he settled immediately, a decisively not frightened look on his face. The fucker actually laughed at them.

“Well, if it isn’t dumb and dumber. Wait, I’ve got a better one. It’s pretty and prettier,” he guffawed at his own sick humor. One would have never known he was tied up and at the mercy of two people that fucking hated him about as much as you could hate another human being.

Nicholas glanced around the dimly lit warehouse, his eyes searching for other sources of danger and methods of escape. Surely his son wasn’t foolish enough to just send two boy toys to deal with him? He’d know his son was soft, but hadn’t taken him for a complete fool. These two were afraid of their own shadows and had hearts softer than a fucking woman. The only purpose on this earth these two pretty ones served was to be tortured and fucked up the ass or down the throat.

“Good to see you again, Angel. I’ve missed your tight ass.” He sneered in Jasper’s direction and loved how the golden boy winced like he’d been struck. Turning his attention to the one that held his son by the balls, he said, “And you must be Justice, my son’s little pain whore.” He whistled through his teeth as he looked him up and down, stripping him naked and molesting him with his eyes. “I can see why he is so smitten. You are such a pretty thing. Not sure both of you need to be in the same room at once. That much innocent beauty could cause a cock to explode without even being touched.”

“Shut the fuck up, you stupid asshole. Are you too fucking stupid to be afraid?” Justice asked.

Nicholas smiled and the evilness in it was enough to chill a person’s blood. “There’s not a thing in this room that scares me, little boy. Not one thing.” He spat on the floor. “I’ve never been intimidated or frightened of a pussy, no reason to start now.”

Jasper started to lunge, but Justice stopped him by merely holding up his hand. “No, Jasper. We have a plan…an agreement, let’s stick to it.”

“Fucking cunt!” Jasper hissed but his feet remained glued to the floor.

Justice stepped in front of Nicholas, blocking Jasper’s view of the man that had sexually tortured him for months and months. He really needed them to follow their plan. “Did you text the address to Malachi and Dante?” he asked Jasper, but his eyes never blinked from Nicholas’ evil stare.

“Yes. I’d say they will be here within thirty minutes. They were closing in on us pretty fast.” They had kept Nicholas drugged for almost one full day.

“That’s enough time,” Justice answered. To Nicholas, he said, “Here’s how this is going to go, asshole. I’m going to take those cuffs off you and you and I…we are going to fight. I want to show you some tricks your son taught me. Jasper,” he nodded with a tilt of his head, “has a gun and he’s going to make sure you don’t pull any of your stupid stunts. I want it to be as a fair of a fight as possible. Okay?”

Nicholas couldn’t believe his ears. Was this fucking kid serious? Was he really going to get this lucky? He could snap the kid’s neck and take the gun from Jasper in fifteen minutes, tops. He’d be long gone before he son came galloping in to the rescue. “I accept your challenge, young man. It will be my pleasure to school you in hand to hand combat.”

Justice snorted. “We’ll see who goes to school, old man.” He slid the small key into the lock and when the cuffs were loose, he stepped away. Every nerve in his body was buzzing with excitement. He couldn’t believe they’d actually done it. Nicholas was here, right smack ass in front of him, and they were going to teach him a lesson he needed to have been taught a hell of a long time ago. “Take your time. Let the blood start flowing again. We’ve still got about twenty eight tick tocks before Malachi, Dante, and Susannah get here.”

Nicholas found himself attracted to the arrogance of the ridiculously foolish boy. Another time and another place and he would have been delighted to take both Justice and Jasper with him. He could play with their bodies for hours and hours, making them scream and beg. Ah, music to his ears, it would be. Soon, he promised himself. It wouldn’t be Justice and Jasper, they wouldn’t be alive when this night was over, but he promised to capture himself two pretties to lock away and play with whenever he felt the need.

“I’m quite ready, young man. Don’t drag your feet and try to blame me.”

Justice kicked off his shoes and tossed his shirt over his head. He wished he had on the comfortable sweats he always wore when training with Malachi, but the loose-fitting jeans would have to do. He locked in on Nicholas’ eyes and felt a wave of heebie-jeebies nearly cause him to puke. The smug bastard was taking the time to eye-fuck him.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying the view, Nicholas. It will be the last thing you see before you leave this earth to meet your maker,” he sneered.

Nicholas didn’t respond, only lunged at him with a skill and speed that almost caught him off guard. Almost, that is. At the last second, he was able to dance out of Nicholas’ way before the bastard’s fist connected with his jaw. “Ah, too slow,” he taunted. Taunting your opponent was something Malachi had warned him about, but all the taunting would be over before his lover arrived to witness or correct his technique. “Let’s try it again. Since you’re really old, I’ll give you a head start this time.” He motioned with his finger, “Come again.”

Jasper’s hand was steady on the trigger of the gun as he watched the battle play out in front of him. Justice could fucking fight. He’d obviously caught on to training much better than he ever had. The boy had some skill…but so did Nicholas. From the nine months of hell he’d lived with the bastard, he’d learned that Nicholas trained in the gym almost as long as he trained the sex slaves. At fifty-eight, his body was still lean and covered with rippled muscles that flexed and moved with each swing of his fist or leg. He had brought in trainers from all over the globe to teach him different techniques and methods to disable and kill any opponent. That’s why he had the gun trained on him every second. If Justice looked like he needed any help, he wouldn’t be weak again.

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