Page 76 of Justice For Me

“What’s the matter, Nicholas? You looked shocked,” Justice said. His breathing was slightly labored and his body ached and bled where Nicholas had managed to land some strategically placed blows. None of that mattered though, Nicholas was panting and was beginning to exhibit his first signs of fear. “Surely you didn’t think I would be foolish enough to fight you if I didn’t already know I could win.”

“Shut the fuck up, you little cunt,” Nicholas hissed. “If I don’t manage to kill you tonight, I’ll make certain you die the next time we meet…after I’ve made you suffer.” Justice landed another blow to his gut that nearly doubled him over. Nothing caused the kid to misstep, he was untouchable. Nicholas appeased himself by saying it had to be the drugs they had given him. There wasn’t any other way the pretty pussy could get the best of him if he wasn’t so sluggish from the cocktail they’d jammed into him. He screamed in agony when a strong kick caught his knee, snapping it like a twig and sending him to the ground.

Justice followed the knee-snapping kick with another one that sent Nicholas’ head spinning wildly in the opposite direction and finally thumping hard against the cold concrete floor. He kicked him in the balls and then focused his attention on a bone in Nicholas’ right forearm. Hearing the man scream in pain was music to his ears, he wished it could go on forever.

“Six minutes, Justice,” Jasper called out from the sidelines.

Justice moved to put his body behind Nicholas and wrapped his arm tightly around the man’s neck, locking down tight enough to prohibit any air from escaping in or out. While he hated that he couldn’t hear the screams any more, he loved…abso-fucking-lutely, loved the wheezing and gasping sounds Nicholas was making as he unsuccessfully tried to force some oxygen into his lungs. “Who’s the fucking cunt now, Nicholas?” He hissed in the man’s ear. “This is for Malachi.” He tightened his hold and held until Nicholas’ eyes started to flutter and close. At the last possible second, he shoved him off and tossed him aside.

Nicholas gasped for precious air. Again and again, he took deep, exhilarating breaths. If he hadn’t been so starved for oxygen, he would have died laughing. He should have known blondie number two would be as big a pussy as blondie number one was. Fucking soft pussy cunts…that’s all they were. For a few seconds, he’d honestly thought Malachi’s whore was going to have the balls to kill him. He should have known better, shouldn’t have wasted a second worrying about it.

When he had sucked in enough oxygen to be able to speak again, he turned to Justice and grinned from ear to ear. “You are as big a pussy as Jasper! Didn’t have the balls to finish the job, did you? You’re pathetic,” he spat. “I don’t see what my son sees in the likes of you. You’re disgusting.” He ended his tirade with a cough and spat some blood in Justice’s general direction. Sure, his body had taken some abuse, but it wasn’t something he couldn’t recover from. He would go back to prison and wait for his chance again. Oh, it would come…and when it did, they would all pay for embarrassing him like this.

“I’m not a pussy and I do have the balls to kill you,” Justice answered coldly. “I just promised Jasper the kill would be his.”

Nicholas’ head whipped around to the direction where he had last seen Jasper standing. A cold feeling of fear crept over him when he met Jasper’s eyes. They were the same beautiful cornflower blue that he’d looked into many, many times in the past. He’d seen them terrified, angry, humiliated, and in sheer agony…but he’d never seen them cold. “Angel?”

Justice went to stand beside Jasper, shoulder to shoulder…man to man. Tonight, Nicholas’ reign of terror ended. “You got this?” He asked softly.

“I’ve got this.” Jasper raised the gun and pointed it Nicholas’ groin…and pulled the trigger. “That’s for what you did to me.” Nicholas howled in agony and clutched the spot where his cock and balls used to be. Blood gushed from the gaping hole, spilling onto the concrete all around him.

Jasper raised the gun, leveling it at Nicholas’ head. “This is for what you did to all of us.”

He pulled the trigger.

Chapter 24

The warehouse was eerily quiet as both Justice and Jasper watched Nicholas’ blood, brains, and gore decorate the floor of the warehouse. He had twitched for a few seconds and then there had been nothing, a blissful nothing. They both stepped back when the crimson, sticky mess inched its way toward their feet. Nicholas would never touch either of them again.

Jasper dropped the gun and tilted his head toward the door. “They’re here.”

“Dude, you blew his fucking balls off! I did not know you were going to do that!” Justice accused. “It was awesome. Did you see the look on his face? Priceless!”

Jasper smiled. “Now,thatwould be a video I could enjoy watching over and over again!” He wrapped an arm around Justice’s neck and started hauling him toward the door. He’d been afraid he might feel ashamed when he killed Nicholas…when he had taken another life, but it felt fucking wonderful!

“You realize we are total badasses, right?” Justice said with a smirk.

“Yea, we are badasses. Here’s the problem, badass. Your Dom is going to whip your badass so badassery that you won’t be able to sit down for a month. He soooo does not like anyone to not follow his orders, much less put themsleves in danger when they belong to him. You are going to be crying like a girl before this is all over,” Jasper promised with a snarky smile.

“What about you? I doubt Susannah is a lightweight when she’s pissed.”

Jasper swung the door open and stepped out into the parking lot. Four Jericho vehicles were lined up and their inhabitants were headed their way…Susannah ahead of everybody at a dead run. He turned and looked at Justice, a naughty smile on his face and said, “I’m a switch, pretty boy. We have different rules.”

Justice watched as Jasper caught Susannah mid-air and hugged her tight against him, whispering words of love and apologies (which he didn’t mean) in between kisses.

“Bastard,” Justice grumbled as he passed them. Jasper had been right, Malachi would be furious with him for disobeying and leaving the safety of the castle grounds. It didn’t matter, he’d take whatever punishment the man dished out to him. It might take Malachi another year or it might take him five more years, but the stubborn bastard would learn to love him as much as he loved Megan…and Justice would be waiting. If all Malachi could give him right now was him being a fuckingly awesome Dom, then he would take it.

He looked up to see Malachi walking toward him, an angry and terrified look on his face. His entire body was rigid with fury. Yep, Jasper was right, his ass was going to pay the price for his disobedience. He looked forward to it. At the last minute, right before Malachi reached him, he dropped to his knees and assumed his waiting position, legs spread, back straight, and hands laced tightly behind his head. His head was bowed submissively. This is what he was made for. The rest would come in time and if it didn’t, he’d enjoy what he had.

Malachi stopped right in front of him, Justice could see the tips of his converse tennis shoes only inches away. “He’s dead, sir. We killed him for you.”Converse tennis shoes? Since when did Malachi wear Converse tennis shoes?

Malachi couldn’t breathe, hadn’t been able to breathe since the moment they had realized Justice and Jasper had went after Nicholas without any backup or help. His heart was pounding in his chest, threatening to burst out with each thundering wham, wham, wham. He’d lived an ugly life…seen ugly things…participated in ugly things. He’d known fear, he’d let fear control him, own him like a bitch. That fear, as ugly and controlling as it was, wasn’t anything compared to the fear he’d felt when he thought Nicholas might get his boy before he could get there to save him. If Justice wasn’t in his life…well, his life wouldn’t be complete.

He fell to his knees in front of his submissive, grabbed Justice on either side of his face and held him firmly in place as his lips descended to those of his pet. He kissed Justice with every ounce of passion and love flowing through his blood. He dominated him…he loved him with his lips. The sensation of claiming those full lips made him dizzy with desire and made him feel fucking powerful. He’d thought loving made him weak, but he’d been wrong…so, so wrong. With Megan and Justice at his side, he was the best man he could ever hope to be. “I love you, pet,” he whispered huskily against Justice’s parted lips and then dove straight in for another tongue teaser. After a few minutes of erotic tongue fucking and several fake coughs from their friends, he pulled away and told him again, looking straight into his beautiful eyes, “I love you so much.”

“You don’t have to say that, Malachi. I’m okay. I’m not going to push you…”

Lips slammed against his again, this kiss even hungrier…more brutal than the last one. “Shut the fuck up, Justice. I. Love. You. I’ve loved you since the time you made me manhandle you in the restroom of the airport. I know I didn’t do right by you…didn’t show you how much I loved you, but I’m ready to now. Whether Nicholas is dead or alive, he doesn’t own me anymore. You own me. You and Megan own me.”

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