Page 186 of Wallflower

“Fuck, no,” Tyler forcefully rejects.

I step into the small space, closing the stall door against the bumper. “Shame, I’ve heard you guys are a real pair of assholes.”

My flower’s enemies observe each other warily, unsure of whether to clock me as friend or foe just yet.

Which is wild since I just busted through the door like a battering ram.

“We aren’t interested, man. Maybe next time.”

“Nah, there won’t be a next time.”

Both sets of eyes on me widen in shocked fear. I lunge, driving my fist into Liam’s jaw, sending him flying back into the tile wall with near-comical force. His skull cracks the white ceramic, and he drops to an unconscious heap on the moist, mildewy floor.

Tyler, I advance on slowly. He backs away, sounds stuttering from between his lips, but he’s lost the ability to form anything that sounds like a plea for his life. Rage floods my system at the memory of him in his living room, disrespecting my woman.

“I’m going to fucking enjoy this,” I whisper, grabbing him by the shirt collar.

Like a coward, Tyler pisses himself as I drag him back to his previous position. This time it isn’t a cock in his mouth, it's toilet water. Cutting off his air and filling his lungs as I shove his head into the shit-stained bowl.

He flops and flails, sucking down that piss-tainted liquid, hitting the lever to flush the toilet in the process.

“That’s not going to help you,” I snarl. Pulling him back by the shoulder before smashing his head into the toilet tank.

Once.

Twice.

Third time’s a charm as a sickening crack splits the sound of my revenge, the toilet tank and Tyler’s skull shattering simultaneously.

Blood runs from his nose, bubbling between his broken teeth when I pull him back in order to lift the toilet seat. I drop his dead weight on the rim, flipping the seat back down.

What I’d like to do is drag this out, make him suffer further for all he and his accomplice put Rose through. But I’m running out of time, and Liam’s starting to stir.

Tyler’s neckpopsa sickening sound when I drive my steel-toe boot down upon it, the vertebrae separating and rendering him a useless sack of flesh. A final breath hisses out of him, rippling the water in the toilet bowl as Liam scrambles below the wall of the stall to the next one over.

Unfortunately for him, I’m fast as fuck all charged up like this, seeking retribution for a woman whose mere thought can stiffen my cock to aching.

He slams into my chest when I smother the small stall’s threshold, and I grab him.

“Please, don’t,” he mumbles, still somewhat dazed as I turn him in my hold quickly. With one hand under his jaw, and the other on his shoulder, I whisper, “It’ll be quick.”

Then I snap his fucking neck.

He drops into my waiting hands. Though he’s heavy, it’s as though a weight has been lifted from my shoulders at Tyler and Liam’s expiration.

Dragging his limp body back to the previous stall, I drop him next to Tyler, then turn to the mirror to clean myself up for my encounter with step-mommy dearest.

I’m only slightly dishevelled, but no matter what I do, I still look too rough around the edges for this fancy cruise. My face is red, and the skin of my cheek and under eye is starting to swell. There’s a small split in my lip, though the wound has already clotted and stopped bleeding.

Wetting my hands in the sink, I push them through my dark hair, slicking it back. It shows off the defined contoursof my face. Rose’s flattering words tumble through my ears as the memory of her finger travelling the underside of my jaw pummels through me. A full-body tremble wrecks me.

Shefucking wrecks me.

Lingering like a thick tar I can’t escape, the fear confines me, caging the breath in my chest. I push it away, but it sweeps in heavier with each step that gets me closer to finding her. If I didn’t think it absolutely imperative that I wipe out every threat against her wellbeing, I’d already have Rose thrown over my shoulder.

Willing or not.

I don’t give a fuck at this point.