Page 56 of Their Stolen Obsession
Because I was angry, I gave Liv to Saint to hold. I required time to think, and it was his turn to feel her tucked away. Trapped safely in his arms where he’d protect her from all the brutality that was to come.
I walked away from my broken obsession, unable to resist the beast inside of me. The monster was ready to come out. I was prepared to bring havoc on Preston as I went to him, and he hung his head low.
Bastard. Preston damaged our girl. He’d pay the ultimate price, but first, he’d suffer. Big fucking time.
I grabbed Preston by his hair.
“I heard your hound dogs bit our girl.” I yanked his head up. “Where are they?”
Preston only grinned. I rubbed my chin with irritation, which only made him laugh. He was a sick son of a bitch.Oh, I’d change that.
I kicked Preston’s head.
My laughter rang out as his noggin bounced like a basketball, and I wished I had a net to dangle him from by his feet. The blood would rush to his head, and I’d torment him. I yearned to cause this motherfucker utter chaos and decapitate him, tossing his severed head into the basket for the winning point. A slam dunk with tons of blood.
The picture-perfect scene.
Instead, I grabbed Preston by his face and pulled him upward until he stood before me on his two feet.I pressed on his cheeks until his lips puckered together like a swollen fish. His mouth had swollen, and the blood had rushed to leak out of his open wounds. Fucker was a puffer fish with no spikes to save his life. He was defenseless, the only way I wanted him.
Slowly, I heaved out each word. “Where. Are. The. Dogs?”
Preston whispered something I couldn’t hear. I kneed him in the dick, and he winced in pure agony. His unsteady breath puffed on my face, but I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted an answer.Now.
Preston grinned again. I cursed at him. Loud. I held nothing back as my voice echoed off the walls and shot back into my eardrums.
“I hate to intrude on the fun, but I know where Preston keeps his dogs,” Zane voiced from behind me.
“And you’re telling me this now?” I was extremely annoyed.
“Yep,” Zane replied.
I let go of Preston. Without my strength, he fell straight to the floor with a hard thud.
I spun around and threw my hands up in the air. “Why?”
“Well, you were having a blast. I’m simply appreciating all the suffering this asshole is going through after seeing him inflict months of mayhem.” Zaneshrugged, lit a cigar, and the stogy dangled from his lips. “I wish I had a bag of popcorn. I’d sit back and enjoy the fucking show.”
I nodded. “Fair enough.”
I dusted off my hands. Zane revealed the Pit Bull’s location, but I was confused as fuck. I didn’t know my way around this place, and he knew this shithole like the back of his hand.
“Come on…” Zane said with a flick of his hand to follow him, and he blew out a puff of smoke. “I’ll take you guys to them.”
Suddenly, Preston got up from the ground and charged straight for Zane. His eyes were bloodshot, his face unrecognizable, and he was probably fucking concussed. He resembled a raging bull, but a drunk one as he weaved from side to side. Zane didn’t move a muscle, didn’t budge. He didn’t even blink an eye.
“Damn traitor!” Preston shouted at Zane.
Zane sidestepped, flicked his cigar at Preston, and punched him in the face. He stumbled backward, hot ash sprinkled on his skin, and he fell to the ground. He shut up real quick with a busted nose, burns and fat lips. The pain must be excruciating, and a grin spread across my mouth at the fact I’d helped him experience that.
“Saint. Bring Preston along.” I tilted my head at the poor excuse of a human. “I don’t want him to miss this.”
“What about Liv?” Saint asked, holding her fragile body up.
Liv took baby steps. “It’s okay, Saint. I can—” she stumbled and Saint caught her.
“Easy,” Saint whispered.
“I’ve got her.” I rushed to her side and lifted Liv into my arms. “You handle Preston in whatever way you want.”
