Page 39 of The Last Time You Break Me

I didn’t know it at that moment, but soon, I’d learn a deeper truth about a man without fear.

That fear wasn’t an emotion to be felt by man or woman, but instead a face and it was the face of the one you loved dying slowly before your very eyes and it being all your fault.

As I moved through the night, I kept my ears open and my senses on high alert. I scaled the building and checked all points of entry. Once I secured the front doors by taking a chain and ensuring that they could not open, I mapped out the only other point of escape and my only entrance.

The back fire-exit.

I peered through the windows as I searched the shadows with the stealth and training of my military and Dom-insured background. Black silhouettes moved beyond the planes of the glass separating me from Lara. A commotion stirred from within the building and I knew I couldn’t wait any more. As I wrapped the spare chain around my fist, I kept my gun easily accessible and the knife I held tight in my grip before I kicked in the back door.

No family, no brother and no firing squad.

I was on a one-man mission and I’d be damned if I failed.

The pool was cast in a deep and brooding blue hue that wavered with the surface of the water as it rippled from the activity that happened around it. There were no lights turned on, only the reflection of the water that lit the way. A man screamed and a woman laughed. I’d know her Harley Quinn cackles anywhere. My body zinged with heavy tension, thick with trepidation as I stalked further into the run-down looking pool center. Graffiti coated the walls and the words ‘No Hope’ stared directly at me scrawled along the top of the archway above me.

“You’re so fucking dead motherfucker. You know that right?Fuckis my pussy getting wet thinking about all the ways I’m going to fucking destroy you,” Lara hissed around an energized and frenzied declaration that I felt zing straight to my balls. They grew heavy at her voice like they knew their wicked mistress was only a few feet away.

It was the greatest torment possible for me and my cock.

“Would you shut up already? Gag the bitch, Ken,” a male voice groused in an Irish accent.

The thick and heavy kind where everything sounded like a damn slur.

“We did. She chewed through the damn thing, remember?” another male responded. He sounded older, more withered in his tone.

I wondered if his vocal box would still make a sound after I tore it from his throat.

“This is mothersmutting madness, y’know? I’m horny as hell and you two cunts are definitely not the ones I want to fuck,” she quipped, not at all bothered by the threat she faced.

“Mothersmutting?” one man asked amused and a little taken back at her witty use of the word.

“Do you have no filter, ye sassy little fecker?” the Irish snapped as his heavy feet dragged along the ground as he lumbered forwards.

I was hidden within the shadows while I moved closer, into a position that would give me the advantage in taking full control of the situation.

“Nope. So come on then lads, who sent you? Luca? Frazier’s kid?” she questioned as she tried to use the same tactic she always did. Take them off guard, creep inside their minds and fuck shit up.

I could see them both as they stopped and turned to glare down at her, faces furious at the question that spilled past her glorious lips. The dark haired man leaned forward as he traced the edge of his knife along her cheek and drew blood. She stared back at him with defiance and mockery bright in her emerald gaze and when that knife trained across her chin and to her lip, she licked the blade and allowed it to slice a small gash into the underside of her tongue before she closed her mouth and sucked the appendage, “Hmmm, I love the taste of blood,” she mused, a tickled gleam of depravity in her eyes.

“You crazy fucking bitch.” The man recoiled as he held the blade to his chest lovingly, as if she had just defiled the thing.

Lara chuckled and shook her head. “Please. This is me on a low-key kinda day. But I am bored now. So answers would be nice.” Her face turned vicious and if looks could kill, we’d all be engulfed within the flames as the second man stabbed her in the thigh and left his knife there, sticking out of her skin in an attempt to intimidate her with such a sight.

With the pain.

Instead, she looked at him blankly and shrugged. “I’ve had worse.”

I’d seen enough and was ready to end this, I’d get answers as soon as I got my pound of flesh. But as I stepped forward, a wire was wrapped around my throat and tightened from behind. I was walked forward by whatever brute of a man had just bled from the shadows and was forced into the low light of the water’s moonlit-looking glow as the three of them turned to look back at me in shock-horror.

“Ah shit,” Lara groused as her eyes rolled skyward. “Well, it’s been fun boys.”

I dropped the chain and used the hand that held the knife to stab it over and over again into his forearm that make him yelp and hiss like a wild animal. I clawed at the meat hooks that were wrapped around me, obliterating my airways as he crushed my windpipe like it was nothing but paper he could rip apart.

Whoever held me was a big fucker, big enough that his fingers felt like fat little chubs as I flexed and wiggled my own under his grip until I took one of his digits in my hand, right after I pried it from the wire, and snapped it with a vengeance. I could hear the crack as it broke clean in half and the man screamed in brutalizing anguish. His hold went slack and that allowed me to spin and turn into him. Face to face, I didn’t spare a moment for pleasantries or a sneaky little kiss, instead I reared back and headbutted the bastard until he flew backward and straight through a glass window that lead into what looked like an office.

I turned, frantic as I lunged forward at the same moment I threw the knife I was holding and allowed it to plant itself in one of the man’s shoulders. Lara chuckled again as she jumped from her seat, hands bound behind her back and kicked out, sending the man with the knife in his shoulder right at me when she struck his back. I caught him by the blade and pushed it in deeper before I pulled it back out and dragged it across his throat. His skin parted as curdled tissue became exposed and blood flew freely. It splattered against me, coated me in red and I smirked like a maniac at the feel of taking a life and watching the bad seep back into the rotten world that made the bastard soulless in the first place.

“Don’t fucking move or she dies,” the Irish hissed, gun pointed to Lara’s head as he had them backed up onto the edge of the diving board. He tried to shuffle them backward, to get them onto the other side of the pool but Lara was resistant.

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