“The bitch is crying,” Morgan says, laughing under his breath as one solitary tear rolls down my cheek.
I’m restrained, unable to wipe it away, as I try to re
treat into my mind and block out all the pain.
“Those tears won’t save you, whore,” Lawrence says close to my ear. “Beg me to stop.”
“Please…please stop,” I hear my brother crying.
“We have one begging!” I hear Tyler announce, laughing like a hyena.
My arms wiggle free from Tyler’s loosened grip, and I scream out as I slam my fist into the side of Lawrence’s face.
“You fucking cunt!”
He continues to straddle me as he shoves my hands back down into place.
“Hold this fucking bitch down, or I’ll let her claw your eyes out when it’s your turn!”
Tyler spits out a curse, and slams my hands back into the pavement. I cry out as my hands find the unforgiving surface, and feel the blood trickling. I focus on it and not on what Lawrence is doing to the rest of me.
“Those tears won’t save you, whore,” I say, causing Lawrence to jerk his head over to my corner as he squints into the darkness, trying to find me.
“Who the fuck are you?”
I take three steps, slowly letting the light filter across me until his brow pinches in confusion. Fury sweeps across his face, but the chains hold him steady.
“What the fucking hell do you want, bitch?”
“Beg me to stop.”
He starts to speak, but the door above us opens, and Tyler comes rolling down the stairs, crying out in agony as Jake takes the steps one at a time. Jake moves with grace, enjoying the fact revenge is finally finding these sons of bitches after the conversation we witnessed.
Tyler already looks half beaten to death. Did I forget to mention that Jake has been taking all the same classes I have? Our mixed martial arts list only grows, as does our black belt count.
Obviously we took the classes in another town with another name, but that part isn’t important right now.
“You!” Lawrence shouts, glaring at Jake.
Jake taps his legs. “They work just fine, by the way.”
Tyler is a tangle of limbs, still lying on the ground. “Did you leave anything for me?” I ask Jake as he grabs Tyler’s wrist, dragging him to the chains.
“Who the fuck are you?” Lawrence demands again, as though he has any control.
“There’s plenty left. It’ll just hurt worse when you extract the debt.”
Smirking as Lawrence continues to berate us from his vulnerable position, I help Jake lock Tyler into place. We spread him out like Lawrence, suspending him with the chains. They’re right across from each other now.
“You want to know who I am?” I ask Lawrence as Tyler shakes with fear, his eyes wide and his body trembling.
Tears are feverishly pouring from Tyler’s eyes, causing me to give a quick appraisal to the state of his body.
His legs are definitely broken. Jake must have gotten out a lot of aggression. Good for him. He needed it.
“You’re a crazy bitch!” Lawrence shouts.
I grin, facing him now.