When we get down to the showroom, the guys are all standing there with matching furious expressions as they watch a deadly looking Cass pace back and forth, angrily muttering things to himself.
“Tommy, hang her up by her feet.” I nod towards the hook and chain attached to the roof. “And you guys can-” My sentence is broken off by a roar as Cass comes charging over, grabbing Mr. Nub from the guys and lifting him over his head as he power throws him against the brick wall. Clearly, Cass isn't Cass right now. He’s a broken father, a man on a mission. The mission: make his daughter’s abusers pay. And I’m just about ready to go all cheerleader on him and yell encouragements like, “Be aggressive, be-e aggressive!”
Cass’s chest heaves as he takes in ragged breaths and rushes the body that's lying motionless on the ground. I don't know if Cass wanted this dude to be aware of the pain, he's putting him through, but he's way past that point now.
Cass picks the guy up and then starts chucking him around the room. After each throw, he lets out a roar, and I hear the pain laced in with his anger. It breaks my heart, but from this moment on, that little girl will never hurt again. I will do everything in my power to give her the life every little kid deserves.
I don’t think torture is Cass’s thing, or any of these guys’, for that matter. They probably killed someone before, but not the way I do it. Well, except maybe Neo.
“Alright, well, while he does that,” I say, hitching a thumb over at the raging bull behind me. “I'm gonna start on this.” My grin is sinister as I point towards the blonde piñata hanging in front of me.
Lucas and the guys have gone, leaving me alone with my guys.My guys.I haven't called them that in years. I guess because I own them, theyaremine. But not mine, mine. Because... just, no. They are quietly lounging against the wall, watching the show with solemn expressions.
I walk over to her, looking her up and down while circling her. I ignore Cass, thinking of what I should start with.
“First, we need to wake her up; it's not fun for me if she’s out for everything,” I say, then go to my table of toys that was so kindly set up for me, all ready to go. I pick up the syringe of adrenaline and stab it into her thigh. A moment later, she wakes up, sucking in a gasp of air and frantically looking around, confused as to what's going on. I bend over to look her in the face.
“Hiya, Barbie, I’m Queenie. Nice of you to come and play with me today. Sorry that this will be our one and only playdate, but I'll make sure to make it extra special just for you.” I pat her cheek and she whimpers. A grunt and the sounds of fists hitting flesh draws our attention over to Cass. He now straddles a mangled, bloody body as he pounds his fist over and over again into what, I think, is his face. I can't tell because there's not much left to it.
“Hey!” I shout so that my voice can be heard over the noise. Cass’s head snaps to look at me, his eyes feral. I cock a brow. He needs to stop; if he keeps going like this, he’s gonna lose himself, and I can't allow that, it's not fair to Rosie.
“Axel. Get him out of here.” He looks at me then Cass, unsure, but in the, end he nods and grabs his brother. Cass starts fighting Axel, and Dean steps in and drags Cass out of the room kicking and screaming. Neo looks in his cousin's direction, but stays with me.
Barbie Bitch is looking at her husband's mangled body, and she starts to cry.
My eyes go wide, and I start laughing in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I deep belly laugh. “Like, no really. Please tell me my eyes are playing tricks and my ears aren’t hearing you correctly. Are you honestly crying over your husband? The one who touched your four-year-old daughter in a way no one should touch another person, let alone a child, without consent. Your husband is a sex offender, and you would have sat there and watched your daughter get raped, just like you sat there and watched him do revolting, fucked up, horrendous things to that innocent, beautiful, little girl!” I scream.
She starts blubbering like a fish. All the blood is rushing to her head, and I need to get started before she passes out again.
“Alright, Pet, you ready?” I beam over to Neo, who has a wicked gleam in his eye.
“Hell fucking yes.” He smiles a creepy as fuck smile, but I love it.
“So, I made a few bets with myself,” I tell him as I grab a can of spray paint. “And I won, of course.” I giggle.
“Oh really? And what might they have been?” Neo asks, amusement written all over his face.
I stop in front of Barbie Bitch and grin over at Neo. “That I could get Dean to lose control in a certain amount of time and that your cousins would walk out on yet another meeting.”
Neo chuckles as I turn to the dangling body. She's crying, begging, and pleading, but I drown that out for now. Ripping her shirt down to expose some skin, I take the can of red spray paint and draw a bullseye on her belly.
“This was what I got for winning the second bet. The first prize we can save for the ending, so we still have something intact to play with,” I say, backing away from her body and looking over the artistic, circle-like targets I’ve made, and nod, pleased with my work.
Looking over at Neo, I see his head tilted to the side as he looks the body over. “So, what are we doing exactly?” he asks, looking at me now.
“We are having target practice,” I say. I'm giddy now.
His brow narrows. “But then she would bleed out before we get any real fun in.” My face drops, and I roll my eyes.
“Not with guns, silly, with these!” I grab the little satin bag and dump out ten throwing stars onto the table.
“Nice!” Neo cheers.
“Five for you and five for me,” I say, placing his in his hand. He looks at me with surprise.
“You’re letting me play too?” he asks in disbelief.
“Well, yeah, sometimes it’s nice to have someone to join in on the fun, you know, someone who isn’t the person screaming bloody murder in protest.” I laugh.