Page 220 of Hell Hath No Fury
So he does know her.
“Pregnant?” he mutters, shaking his head. “No, that’s not possible. I—”
“So you do remember.” I pull the safety off the trigger.
“No, I don’t remember shit.” He’s gotten pretty pissed off at that comment, it seems. “Get the fuck out of my house.”
I pull away the gun, only to shoot his foot.
He shrieks in agony as blood gushes out.
“You fucking shot me!” he growls.
I point it at his crotch. “Yeah, and your dick is next if you don’t answer me.”
Panic seeps into his eyes. “Okay, okay, I knew her, yes!”
“How?”
“We had sex,” he splutters out.
“And?” I grit.
“She should’ve been on the pill.”
“She wasn’t,” I growl back. “And you refused a condom, didn’t you?”
Sweat drops roll down his forehead as he cowers in the corner of his couch. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—”
“Don’t,” I say through gritted teeth. “Not to me.”
And I grab him by the collar and drag him out of this disgusting cave of a house and all the way down the staircase and out of the building, throwing him in the back of the car.
“Shield up. Lock him in place,” I tell my driver. “We’re going for a ride.”
* * *
He’s been kicking and screaming his lungs out in the back of my car for twenty minutes. To no avail, of course. This car is soundproof for a reason, as well as impervious to any kind of attack, whether from the inside or the outside.
That’s normal when it comes to my line of work.
But my usual victims are rich and sophisticated, not these boneheaded disgusting little perverts.
But for her, I will do the work.
I will stomach the stench of this filth as long as it takes just so I can fix what he broke.
Repairing small inches of this world is what I do best. Just picking up one broken porcelain teacup and gluing all the pieces together again with golden paint until it’s brand new and sparkling even brighter than it ever did before it was destroyed.
And she … she will fucking shine when I am done polishing her.
“Let me out!” Dean squeals from the back.
My hand forms a fist at the thought of this fucker touching her, let alone forcing her to have sex without protection. I was this close to just shooting his dick off and letting that be his punishment for his crime.
He should feel lucky he’s in the back of my car instead of buried underground.
When the car finally stops, I hop out and walk up to my guards at the front door. “Bring the fucker inside. Cuff him. Make sure he can’t do any harm.”
