Page 59 of Unhinged Desires

Well, Andrew, I hope you enjoyed that feel you copped from my girl because tonight will be the last time you get to feel anything.

I tuck my phone into my pocket when the doorknob turns and Andrew stumbles inside. He’s not alone though. The asshole brought some poor intoxicated girl with him by the looks of it.

“Andy, mate, I’ve been waiting forever. Where the fuck have you been?” I announce my presence, and the cocksucker stares at me with wide eyes. “I told you I’d be stopping by. Don’t you remember?” I remind him before turning to the girl who’s stumbling in beside him. “You need to go, now.”

“No, don’t leave,” Andy begs her.

Fucking pathetic, begging a woman to stay and save his ass.

“Love, Andy and I have some catching up to do.” I reach back into my pocket. “Here, take this and get yourself a cab.” I pass her two one-hundred-dollar notes.

She stares at the money in my hand and then takes it. “Thanks, appreciate it.” And without a backwards glance, she’s out the door.

“Now, I believe we have some business to attend to,” I tell Andrew.

“Fuck off. Get the fuck out of my house, asshole, before I call the cops,” he yells out.

“Gladly, but I’m not going alone. You see, you’re coming with me. We’re going for a little drive.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” He walks to the front door and opens it. “Get the fuck out.”

I step towards him, making it out like I’m going to leave, and I see the relief wash over his face, right before I knock the fucker out with a right hook straight to his temple. I catch him before he falls to the ground and hoist his fat ass over my shoulder. Then I carry the bastard down the front steps and throw him in the back seat of my car. While he’s still out cold, I fasten some zip ties around his wrists and ankles and duct tape his mouth closed. It’s a long drive to the farm and I don’t want to listen to the fucker if he wakes up.

An hour later, I’m dragging his unconscious ass into the pig barn. I drop him on the table that has already seen more bodies butchered than I can count on both hands. And every single one of them put themselves there by touching her.

The thought that it’d be easier and far less time-consuming to just takeherout instead flickers through my mind. But she was right. If I do that, I’ll never get to touch her again either. And that’s a fucking problem this world doesn’t need.

I look over to the pigs, who are making a racket with the knowledge their dinner is coming. I’ve told the caretaker I won’t be needing him for the week. This will be enough to tide them over.

Usually I’d wait for the fucker to wake up. I like seeing the pain, the fear in their eyes as I start by cutting off small chunks of meat, which get progressively larger as I go. They don’t stay conscious for long, but that small glimpse is enough. I don’t have the luxury of time right now, though. I need to get back to Lucy. Which is why, after securing Andrew’s torso to the table, I pick up the reciprocating saw and start with his right hand. The one that touched her. His eyes shoot open, flicking from my face to where his hand now lies unattached to his arm, and he lets out a high-pitched, ear-piercing scream before his head falls back and he passes out. I throw the hand into the pigs, and they all go nuts, each trying to get a piece of the flesh.

Two hours later, I’m cleaning up the bench and floor, the interior now reeking of chemicals and bleach rather than the stench of blood and pig shit. The barn door opens, and I glance up as my dad and uncle both stroll in.

Thank fuck they didn’t pop up an hour earlier. Although, as I eye my father and take in the look of sheer horror on his face, I’m not sure it would have been any different had he caught me in the act, rather than after. This isn’t something I wanted my parents to find out about, let alone see. I’ve worked hard to hide how fucked up in the head I am. Obviously they know I’m not quite right. But they have no idea the extent of the darkness that lurks beneath the surface. Uncle Josh and Bree are the only ones who get it. They’re the only ones who don’t judge. Probably because doing so would mean they’d have to face their own demons.

“Ah, I didn’t know you guys were back in town,” I say with a nonchalance I shouldn’t have right now.

“What would you have done? Thrown us a welcome party?” Uncle Josh asks with raised brows.

“I would have made sure I wasn’t here,” I reply with a smirk. I glance at my dad. He hasn’t said anything yet. He’s staring at the pigs, the ones currently feasting on what used to be Andrew.

“Dominic, was this really necessary?” he finally asks me.

“Ah…” I rub the back of my neck. I don’t know what to say.

Was it necessary?

That depends on who you’re asking. I’m not crazy enough to not know right from wrong. I just don’t care enough to take that into consideration in these situations.

“What’d he do?” Dad presses.

“Touched her,” I say.

“Fucking hell, he’s worse than you.” Dad throws an arm out to my uncle.

“I didn’t think that was possible.” Uncle Josh laughs.

“Ah, have you met your daughter? Bree is worse than both of us,” I tell him.

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