Page 33 of Blinded By The Sun
“Already done.”
I hang up and crack my neck, my knuckles and I close my eyes as Watson drives towards my house. I feel like I’m possessed right now because what is about to happen to Jones is a death sentence.
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I stare dead into Jones’ eyes and I know exactly what I look like. Like he’s realized he’s tried to beat every level of life and he’s coming face to face with the creator of Purgatory. I crack my neck as I place the steel bat over my shoulder. Time to burn this bitch down.
“It’s time to pay up, Jeffrey Jones. Come face the music and meet your maker.”
Jones’ eyes are wide but they try to control the fear as he stands there caught in between running towards me or backing up further into my foyer.
“She was a whore! And I was treating her like one! Why are you acting like you give a fuck, Boss? You’ve never given a fuck before,” Jones says.
I smile. “Yeah, eh? You know me so fucking well, don’t you, Jones?”
“Actually, I do. Fucking your wife gave me the advantage. She’s a talker once you get her doped up. I know how to take you down, Ciro Sarkozy. You will die by my hands, tonight,” he confesses.
I smirk. “Don’t threaten me with a delightful time.” Jones twitches and I see it clear as day. Jones is a goddamn tweaker. Of course, she’d get it from someone else who was a user. I never thought she needed a middleman because she was my wife, but I guess even she had to have a fallout plan and here this dumbass was.
“Who didn’t fuck her at this point?” I say, sounding bored.
“You think you’re the only one who can rule Quebec,Tuere?” Jones says, and I want to laugh at the absurdity of his behavior. “Eventually, this one too, she would’ve made you realize that you are nothing. Nobody crumbles or trembles at your feet anymore.”
I stare at my fingernails and check for any dirt, which I know I won’t find, but it’s better than this bullshit monologue. I cut him off, “This is where I remind you of something. You think you’re the villain in my story but they have misinformed you because I am more than the villain. I am something entirely different that hasn’t been named yet and I’d like to show you what it feels like to have me in yours.”
I don’t give Jones more room to talk as I quickly advance on him and I swing, aiming straight for his gut, but then I stop. Jones tries to protect himself by crouching and I get him like that. I swing straight for his head, making sure the blunt side of the nails embedded or rather melted into this steel bat connects with the side of his head. I don’t take a second to breathe as I swing again while he stumbles, and it hits him in the same spot.
Jones hits the wall and I crack my neck again. I roll my shoulders back and sniff. As Jones tries to find his balance again and protect the bleeding side of his head, I lift my foot and I kick him hard. He crashes into the wall again. I remind him why they call meTuereas I lower myself and swing upwards. Upper cutting him with the bat and his head snaps back. Jones drops to the floor and he’s bleeding all over. I step over him like I did the very first night I warned him, except instead of his neck, it’s his dick.
“Watson! Goodwin!” I yell out their names. They both appear at my side at the same time that I lift one foot up and apply weight with the other. Jones screams out. It’s not enough for me. “Grab his legs and keep them spread wide.” I say to them. They follow orders and restrain Jones too. I take my foot off his junk but I don’t give him a moment to let the pain fully sink in as I bring my bat up and drop it down on his junk. I repeat this over and over as Jones screams like a fucking pig that’s being taken to the slaughterhouse. I don’t stop until the nails and the bat are coated with blood. That’s when I stop. “Blood shed for bloodshed.” I say to Jones who is still breathing but is about to pass out. I look at Goodwin and Watson. “Drop him in the tank. He can get firsthand experience at what it’s like to be treated like prey from the piranhas.” I drop the bat knowing one of them will take care of it and I leave the house, making my way back to the hospital to check on King.
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