Page 37 of Beautiful Revenge

Watching this jackass abuse the fuck out of this woman while she just takes it, and maybe even likes it, is not something I ever want to repeat.

I love Briar, and I will always do anything for her, but this is a lot to witness.

I know some people have their kinks, including us, but I can’t handle seeing a man slap a woman across the face. Not after everything Brie’s father did to her when we were growing up. I just can’t stomach it, and I don’t think she’s handling it all that well right now, either.

She’s ready to kill. I’ve only ever seen her this enraged twice, and both situations eventually ended with their deaths.

If I’m being honest, I’m amazed that she’s gone this long without killing anyone. After she unleashed that side of her on her father, Devon and I both knew she would never be able to fully rein in that part of herself again. And we didn’t want her to.

What we decided was that her and Devon would wait until we were all finished with college and settled into our lives as established adults before beginning the plan we had agreed on the night of her father’s death.

We wanted to make sure there was nothing left to chance before she started hunting down other bastards to kill. Before she began to feed her need for violence and making sick bastards pay.

“If he hits her one more goddamn time,” she growls from the passenger seat of the car we’re in.

“Maybe we need to call it now,” Devon says to me from the back seat as he watches her with worry.

She’s getting antsy, waiting for the right time to strike and end this pathetic prick. She’s tired and angry. We all are, but she’s on a different level after he made it clear he liked the small amount of fear she had let show in her office before pushing it down.

She wants to make him pay, and we want her to.

When we watched the replay of the video to see exactly how it went down, Devon punched a hole in the wall. He didn’t like Briar flinching, even though she tried to hide it, and I didn’t either. But I’m not the violent one in our trio.

While they take their pound of flesh as penance, I use my hacking skills to take down other bastards we can’t physically touch. It’s what I’ve been doing for the past twelve years to help my girl. We agreed that killing them all was impossible, but anonymously sending in proof of their disgusting habits to the authorities? That is something I can do without issue. Now that she’s chosen to start killing, they’ll take out the worst of the worst while I continue to turn the rest into the authorities.

The only hiccup in our plan was in Briar’s third year of college after a couple of guys snuck into their dorm room. While one was her roommate’s boyfriend, the other was a stranger who tried to rape her when the other two fucked off somewhere else, leaving them alone.

Clearly, he never got far because she can handle herself just fine, but she refused to let him live after that, saying he would do it again to someone else. But she’d wait until people forgot he had ever been anywhere near her dorm that night.

She let it go for a few weeks until she heard he had actually succeeded in raping another girl on campus and took matters into her own hands to save anyone else from him.

We made sure to be careful when we made our move, but the three of us knew it had to be a one off. We got away with killing her father and his friends because we’d had years to plan it out.

“Yes. Let’s end this,” Briar says without looking away from the hotel room.

“Fuck yeah!” my brother whoops, clapping his hands in excitement.

“Stick to the plan,” I remind him, and he rolls his eyes.

“Yes, oh wise one.” He salutes me, making Brie giggle, and it’s a sound I’m glad she can make. Even if it is at my expense.

“We know, Dyl,” he assures me, finally taking her eyes off the hotel room and turning to look at me. “I won’t get involved until we’re at the warehouse. Devon has the weird as fuck getup to disguise himself, and we’ve been hidden from cameras and prying eyes for days. You did everything you had to in order to protect us. Now it’s our turn to play,” she says with a dark smile that makes my heart beat faster.

I love every part of Briar, including the darkness inside of her. So, seeing her happy about the blood that’s about to be drawn is enough to remind me I would choose this life a million times over just to see that smile, that pure happiness exuding from her because she finally gets to unleash her darkness onto the assholes of the world.

“I fucking love you, Brie,” I tell her, leaning over the console to kiss her hard.

“I love you too, Dylan. My sweet marshmallow.”

“When night falls, I’ll go in,” Devon adds, and the smile on his face matches Briar’s.

“You won’t see me coming. Tick-Tock, Mr. Murphy. Tick-Tock.”

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