“Do you love the piece of shit you married? Are you proud of this man?” I asked.
Escobar’s wife sniffled, then turned devastated eyes to her husband. “I want you out of this house now. I want a divorce! Say goodbye to your children because I don’t want you anywhere near them after what you’ve done!” She screeched at him “No,” Escobar said, making a grab for his wife.
His wife, having not been waiting for the grab like I was, fell when he grabbed her ankle to keep her from leaving.
She fell spectacularly, too.
Her hands went out to catch her fall, and I knew instantly that one of them was broken due to the harsh snap.
With nothing to support her weight, the rest of her body went crashing down, and her head met the edge of the coffee table.
The skin of her eyebrow instantly split open and blood started to pour from the wound.
And I knew I had him.
“Trance,” I called as I hauled Escobar away from his now crying wife.
Escobar screamed. “I didn’t mean to, Tawny. I swear!”
Tawny, however, was in too much pain to care.
“Get him out!” She screamed frantically.
Trance, doing the honors, took him out, cuffing his hands on the way.
Sebastian and I immediately dropped down to Tawny’s side.
I felt horrible.
That wasn’t how this was supposed to go down.
She was only supposed to make it look like she was assaulted, not actually get assaulted.
We had a fuckin’ plan, damn it!
“Don’t move, darlin.’ My boy’ll get you fixed right up,” I said to Tawny.
She nodded, sucking in breath after breath.
“It was worth it,” she breathed. “I can’t believe he let that happen. I’ve been living a lie for over eight years now. I just can’t believe it.”
I smiled at her, pressing the palm of my hand up against her face.
“Time heals all wounds, darlin’ girl. You’ll just have to give it some time,” I told her.
She smiled as tears started to flow down her cheeks. “Thank you.”
I moved away from her as the paramedics entered the room, surrounding her.
Dallas nodded at me as we passed, and I nodded back, thinking about the woman I was doing this all for.
My stomach still hurt.
Those nightmares of hers were no joke, and I was going to track down every single guard in that prison and give them nightmares of their own.
“You have the right to remain silent,” Trance drawled slowly, reciting Escobar his Miranda Rights.
“I want a lawyer,” Escobar yelled loudly.
“You’ll get one…as soon as we get you booked,” Trance said.
When Escobar went to move, Kosher growled menacingly at him, keeping the little shit seated when I could see that he wanted to bolt.
“If you ever want to deal with me and not the prison system, let me know,” I said as I headed to my bike.
I didn’t spare anyone else a second glance as my bike roared to life, and I put it into gear.
My mind on what was lying ahead.
And that, my friends, was vengeance.
The cold, hard, tear the fucker’s heart out, type of vengeance. It’s a beautiful thing.
Chapter 10
A beard is like the magic key of the panty world. If a man has one, he can get into any woman’s panties that he wants to.
-Fact of life
Sawyer
I arrived home from work in a fog.
It was storming, and I was glad that I had a car now.
That ride would’ve been difficult on my bike.
It was bad enough in my little car.
I’d had to detour four different times due to high water on the road.
I’d tried to call my brother, but the one time he wasn’t up in my business, I couldn’t get a hold of him.
The rain was so bad that I could barely see through my windshield, despite my wipers being on full blast.
I pulled into Dallas’ driveway, annoyed to see the entire thing lined with cars.
I’d forgotten that he’d said that a few of the members of the fire department were coming over.
“Explains why he didn’t answer my call,” I muttered grumpily, as I pulled up to the only open spot on the curb, which happened to be two houses down from where I should be parking.
My phone rang when I was stuffing things into my bag to try to keep dry, but I left it there.
I’d check it when I got home…if it still worked.
It was a cheap one I’d gotten from Wal-Mart when I’d gotten my second paycheck from Dr. Zack.
Purse stuffed to the brim with my things, and two grocery bags in each hand, I bailed out of the car and slammed the door shut behind me, only realizing that I’d left the keys in the ignition.
Shit!
I spun around and yanked my door back open, pulling out the keys hastily.
This time, when I slammed the door shut, I locked it with the key and started to run to the house.
My tennis shoes were soaked through due to the ankle high water that was running down the street along the curb, but I kept going, in a full-out sprint.
I passed all the nice cars, as well as my brother’s house, detouring straight to the garage apartment entrance.