Campfire Chaos (Hood River Hoodlums Book 3), стр. 26
“I didn’t do it,” he jokes.
“Where’s Ryan Cunningham?” I demand.
The amusement fades and his eyes flash with anger. “Probably trying to get into some bitch’s pants with a pocket full of roofies.”
“Where?”
“Last I saw him, he was inside. Kitchen.”
“Thanks, man.”
I stalk toward the front door when Zayne calls out after me. “Don’t get blood in the grout.”
“Ain’t promising shit,” I call out over my shoulder, as I lift my bat to tap the front door. “Little pig, little pig, let me in.”
Jordy reaches past me, twisting the knob. I kick the door open and search the space for this motherfucker. He’s standing in the kitchen in between two girls, grinning at them like he didn’t just try to rape my fucking girl. His eyes widen when he sees us. He grabs one of the girls, pushing her toward us as he takes off out the back door. I sprint after him, whipping him against the side of the head with my bat, using not nearly as much force as I want to. He topples over and tries to scramble to his feet.
I swing again, hitting him across his upper arm. He howls in pain but still manages to hop over the outer railing on the back porch. We Hoodlums fly over the railing, hot on his trail. Roan sprints past me, tackling him. Since he’s a fucking brute fireman, he manages to get this scrawny asshole trapped in his grip. He stands back up, keeping him pinned to his chest, forcing Ryan to face me.
I hand Jordy my bat and crack my neck. “You messed with the wrong bitch.”
“Fuck you,” Ryan snarls.
My fist swings hard, slamming into his jaw. He groans and works his jaw, cursing at me under his breath. I shake out the pain in my fist and then slam it into his gut. A crowd begins to form around us, but no one does shit. Ryan clearly doesn’t have any allies here.
“My dad will destroy you,” Ryan threatens.
“He can fucking try,” I spit out, landing another punch, this time right between the eyes.
Blood bursts from his nose and his head sways.
“You need to get something straight, Cuntingham. Charlotte’s a Hoodlum. You’re shit on the bottom of my foot. You touch one of us again and I’ll cut your dick off.”
Ryan curses, clearly not understanding my threat.
I’m serious as fuck.
“Anyone got a pocketknife?” I bark out.
Ryan glares at me, still unafraid.
“I got you, bro,” Zayne says as he appears, offering me the one from his pocket.
Panic finally starts to surface in Ryan’s eyes. “What the fuck are you going to do?”
I undo the top of his jeans and shove them down. He howls and tries to kick me, but Jordy and Zayne are quick to assist, kneeling to grab his legs. I saw through his boxers with the knife until I expose his flaccid cock.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” he bellows. “I said fucking stop!”
“What’s that? Stop? Are you telling me no? I’m sorry,” I mock. “I don’t understand the word.”
“Cal, please,” he begs like a pussy.
“You weren’t in the mood for granting Charlotte mercy last night.” I skim over the welts on his arm. Claw marks. My girl put up a fight just like she said. “I’m not feeling gracious either, motherfucker.”
He starts to piss because he’s fucking scared. Jordy curses, but doesn’t let go. I wait for this little bitch to stop pissing before I grab his wet dick. He screams in horror when I pull his dick taut and begin carving the letters C-A-L along his shaft. His howls of pain don’t stop me. Nothing stops me. I want him to remember every painful second of this moment. Once I’ve finished, I stand, getting right in his punk-ass face.
“Good luck explaining to your dad why you have another man’s name carved into your dick,” I grind out. “Hopefully it’ll serve as a good reminder that if you touch Charlotte fucking English, I will finish what I started and cut your motherfucking cock off.”
He whimpers. “I get it. I swear.”
I pat his head. “Good boy. Now clean yourself up and warn all these people they better not say shit. Your cock depends on it.”
Jordy and Zayne step away from him. Roan shoves him to the grass and kicks him in the stomach.
“Touch my sister-in-law again and we won’t go so easy. We don’t give a shit who your dad is,” Roan growls.
We leave him sobbing on the ground. I try to hand the knife back to Zayne and he laughs.
“Fucking keep it,” he says.
I follow him into the kitchen. After I clean off the blood and piss, I tuck away my souvenir and smile at Zayne.
“We were just headed for burgers. Want to come with us?”
He smirks. “Let me grab my wallet.”
As soon as he walks off, Jordy shakes his head, grinning. “Your name?”
“Rapist shithead was too long for his baby dick,” I explain. “Plus, I don’t want him to ever forget who the fuck he messed with.”
Charlotte
I gently rap on the door, steeling my spine. I can do this. I need to do this. When I’m granted permission to enter, I suck in a sharp breath before pushing into the room.
The sounds hit me first.
Rhythmic and steady.
A promise to keep forcing life through a body that craves death.
The smells hit me next.
Pungent and sterile.
It’s the sight that hits me last.
Lifeless and empty.
A sob catches in my throat as I approach Terrence’s bed. He’s hooked to all kinds of machines that breathe for him. My heart shatters into a million pieces. The last time I saw him, his head was crushed in. I was sure he was dead. They’ve since repaired his wounds, but the scars will be there until the day he does die. Jagged and uneven. Ugly.
I did this