“So you did enjoy watching her?” I punch him in balls and he vomits on himself.
“Did you like seeing her getting her pussy eaten out, Ed? Did you wish it was you?” I punch him in the stomach now and the force sends him flying so that he loses his footing and spins on the hook. “Did you jerk off while you watched her?” I spin him back around until he’s facing me.
“N-no,” he whispers, his eyes pleading with me now that he knows his crying has no affect.
“You saw my wife coming, Ed,” I snarl. I grab hold of his head, pressing my thumbs into the corners of his eyes and pushing inside.
“Argh!” he screams again as the pressure pushes his eyeballs from their sockets. But I’m not done. I want his eyeballs rolling on the fucking floor.
I dig harder, pushing and pulling until his eyes are in my hands instead of in his head.
Ed’s face drops forward. His body trembles and shudders as he goes into shock from having his eyes gouged out. My blood pounds in my ears and my heart still races but damn that felt good. Between Ed’s busted nose and missing eyes, his face is a mess of blood and tissue. I could finish this right now, but I still need to let my girl have her chance to work out some of the shame and anger he’s caused her.
I’m about to walk outside and get her when she walks back through the door. “I heard screaming. Did you get what you needed?”
“Yeah, baby,” I say, letting Ed’s eyeballs drop to the floor.
The soft thud makes her look down and she watches them roll a few feet before she looks back up at me.
“He looked at you,” I offer in explanation for what I’ve done. But seems she didn’t need any. She crosses the floor and wraps her arms around my neck. “I love you,” she whispers.
“Love you too, angel.”
We stay like that for a few seconds before the sound of Ed jerking his arms in his chains distracts us. He’s making a last ditch attempt to free himself. Like he’d get anywhere with no eyes and Lucia and me right here. But it’s human nature to rail against death, even when it’s inevitable.
I reach down and pick up the shears. “You want to?”
She blinks at me. “He looks kind of pathetic hanging there like that.”
“So end his suffering then, baby.”
She nods her head and takes the shears, stepping close to him and swinging the shears like a baseball bat. “This is for helping your friend blackmail my father,” she snarls as she hits him in the chest. “This is for filming us.” He takes a blow to the dick with the metal blade that is so hard it splits him open. He screams and shakes as his dick hangs by a thick thread of sinew and skin.
I wince instinctively.
“This is for trying to come between Jax and me.” She hits him on the kneecap, shattering the bone.
She sucks in a breath. Tears are running down her face, but she needed to let all of this out. “And this is for Bethany Cooper and that sweet little dog.”
The final blow is to his head. It splits it wide open and cracks his skull. Ed falls silent. His body twitches and spasms a few times and then he’s still. The chain creaking above his head is the only sound that can he heard.
Lucia drops the shears to the floor with a loud clatter. She lifts her hand to her face and then she stars to sob. Deep, soul cleansing sobs. I pick her up and carry her to my work bench, sitting her on top of it and wrapping her legs around my waist as I pull her close.
“It’s okay, baby,” I whisper.
She buries her face in my neck and I stroke her hair as her hot tears fall onto my skin.
Chapter32
Lucia
Jax and I showered at our barn after dealing with Ed. My incredible husband washed every single part of me with a soft cloth, making sure that every last trace of that sick fuck’s blood was gone from me.
Now we’re sitting around the huge table in the kitchen with my parents, all looking at each other as the reality of what we just discussed sinks in.
I look at my mom. This is going to be so hard for her. I mean she already knew her father was a piece of work, but now she knows that he raped and murdered a teenage girl, along with her unborn child too. I guess that’s a lot to take in. Not to mention sitting here planning his demise.
“Are you sure about this, princess?” my father asks her. “You don’t have to be a part of this.”