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"What's going on?" A quiet voice asks, walking down the stairs. Azalea's mom.
"Mrs. Carson," Jai smiles, "we're apart of the FAA, and we're here to bring your husband into custody."
"They don't have a fucking warrant, Marianne!" He shouts.
If I had a fucking dollar for every time a motherfucker said this shit, I'd be richer than the richest fuck on earth.
"They've pulled their guns on me! Call the real police!" he continues on his pitiful shouts. I look around to the two other guys in the room. Obviously, their hands are empty.
Marianne continues walking down the stairs and the closer she gets, the more visible her bruises are.
"Sick motherfucker," I toss him on the ground.
"I'm not resisting," he resists, wiggling around like a fucking fish out of water. I back away from him, making him look even more like a fucking idiot.
If I could kill him, I would.
Theo walks with Marianne outside just as Jackson is jumping up.
"She snitched, huh?" he catches his breath.
"Nah, the fucking gash she had on her face told us all we needed to know," I glare.
"How'd it go again?" I ask.
"Wasn't it a punch that did it?" Jai goes along.
"Yeah," I nod, taking the Jai's class ring he lent me just for this occasion, "and the ring was on which finger again?"
"Pretty sure it was the middle," Jai nods and I slip it on my middle. In the corner of my eye, I see him start to try and run.
Well, that's not fair. Lilah couldn't run.
I kick his back and he falls into the railing. He grabs onto his leg and lets out a shout of pain.
I look along the railing and the wall. Dried blood remains on the walls and I know it's hers. I grab him by his shirt and lift him to his feet.
"Now you can't run, motherfucker."
As soon as he turns his head and he looks at me, I drive my fist into the side of his face. Not hard enough to knock him out. But he'll need stitches. I let him fall.
I wouldn't want to knock him out. If he's out, he won't be able to feel the pain.
"What'd you do next, Jackson?" I hum. He grumbles unintelligibly.
I look up at the ceiling in thought.
"K-Kneed her," he finally utters.
"That's what I thought," Jai chides, "It was either that or another punch."
I knee him in the mouth. Harder than he kneed her. Good. In prison, he'll be missing a few teeth.
I bend down next to him.
"You're gonna rot in prison," I grip the hair on his head and tilt his head back, "and after that, you'll rot in fucking hell."
It's not about just sending this motherfucker to prison. It's fucking retaliation.
