Page 5 of A Hurt So Good

“The word rape has been thrown around, but the girl is too scared to say which one of you motherfuckers it was.” Now I laugh.

“We don’t have to rape anyone, Robert. The pussy comes to us,” I remind him. “And why would you care anyway?”

“She was one of ours!” he roars. Now, the three of us laugh together.

“You think that we’d have to stoop that low? That we can’t find pussy on our side? Come on, Robert. I thought you were smarter than that,” Harlon tells him, pissing him off further.

“You calling her a liar?”

“That’s exactly what we’re calling her.”

Chapter 4

Harlon

I stand with my arms crossed over my chest but ready to move at a second’s notice. I keep my eye on the asshole because you never know when one of them might try something. He’s a sneaky motherfucker who doesn’t like to lose and will pull a weapon quick as fuck.

“You’re going to pay for that,” Robert growls. It takes seconds, literal seconds, for everyone to move. They come at us, ready to fight. And that’s exactly what we give them.

Fists fly through the air, but I move toward the asshole I see pulling his knife. My brothers are too busy with the other guys to see it coming. So I jump in the middle as he goes for Denz’s back. The knife barely nicks me before I grab his arm and twist. The knife falls to the ground, and I punch the asshole in the face. He stumbles back, pulls another knife from his pocket, and flips it open. I smirk at him. I’m not afraid of a knife, and I’m not afraid to die for my brothers.

“Come on, bitch. Bring your little knife,” I taunt as I motion for him to come at me. He comes fast as fuck, but I’m ready. He steps in, and I slap his arm away. He repositions and tries a second, then a third time. I nearly laugh in this asshole’s face.

My brothers and I train nearly every day in the fucking gym. Hell, Denz can even do jujitsu. This is nothing for us. They are nothing for us.

“Get him, Joe!” I hear Robert yell, and it causes me to smirk.

“Yeah, Joe. Come on.” I taunt the asshole. He moves to come at me from the left but fakes to the right. I’m ready. I ball my fist up and pull back just as he steps into me. Then I swing.

“Oh shit!” I hear War laughing. Joe hits the ground, and I quickly move in on him. I put my boot on his throat, cutting off his air supply.

“You know, Joe, it was fun. But if you fucking come to our turf accusing one of us of something else, I’m going to have to kill you,” I warn him. The guys laugh as Robert and his guys pick up their friends off the ground. I lift my foot from his neck and watch as he coughs and gasps for air. Then I spin around and walk back into Burger Town to grab the food.

“Thanks, Bree,” I tell the woman at the counter. She smiles and nods her head as I turn and walk back outside.

“Food’s ready,” I announce, holding the bag up. We watch as Robert and his losers pile back in the car they arrived in and leave.

We start walking back toward the house, just shooting the shit. It’s easy as fuck being around my brothers. We’re alike and all in the same headspace. I like to think that’s my dad in us.

We’re walking past the old abandoned house when we hear a scream. The three of us share a look before we take off running toward it. War kicks the door in, and we rush inside. I set the bag to the side when I saw what was happening. Anger flares in my chest as Ron, some loser in our neighborhood, holds his hands up.

“I didn’t do shit,” he yells.

“Then why is she naked?” War asks, nodding toward the girl on the ground in tears.

“I don’t know, man. I didn’t do shit,” he says once more, trying to stand to his feet. I walk over and kick him in the chest, knocking him back down before moving to the girl. I offer my hand and help her up before she grabs her clothes and holds them to her chest.

“He … he …” She can’t get the words out, and frankly, I don’t care if she does.

“I know what he did. Put your clothes on and sit over there,” I tell her, nodding toward the corner. She does as she’s told while the asshole in front of me keeps begging me to believe him.

“I don’t know, War. What do you think?” I ask him, glancing over my shoulder at him. He smiles, and it’s not a normal smile. It’s dark, it’s deadly, and it’s fucking lethal. War glances around the room before he moves to pick something up. Then he starts toward the asshole as I step back.

“This is going to hurt,” War tells him in the calmest tone I’ve ever heard. War yanks the asshole to his feet, grabs his cock in his bare hand, and jams the rusty screwdriver into it. The man screams, and the girl screams. He pulls the tool free and smirks as Ron tries to run. We watch him move toward the door when War moves and yanks him back. He drives the screwdriver into his back, between his ribs. Ron continues to scream in pain as War stabs him repeatedly.

Denz has moved to the girl, clamping his hand over her mouth so that she stops screaming. He forces her to watch what War does to him. When War is finished, he drops Ron’s bloodied body to the floor and steps over him.

“He won’t be doing that again,” he remarks casually as he walks out of the house. I huff out a laugh and walk over, grabbing our bag of food off the floor and following him out. The girl knows not to say anything. Everyone in this fucking neighborhood knows not to say shit about us, or they deal with the consequences.

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