Page 48 of Ravaged By the Dark (The Righteous 2)
The guy jumped up on the weight as a few more ants started to make their way closer. “Fuck man, get me out of here, and I’ll tell you.”
“Nope, not playing that game. Who does he go there to fuck?” A seed of jealousy had planted itself in his gut, and his hand twitched with his dark urges.
“Fuck?” The guy laughed. “He wishes that ass would fuck him. That’s what makes it so funny. He’s been after her since they were kids, and she refuses to have anything to do with him. She will soon enough whether she wants to or not.” Y sighed heavily.
“Once Tyson has his eyes on something, he makes it his. I actually feel sorry for her. He’s not nice to…anyone, really,” the guy prattled. “But the women….”
Y shook his head, a horrified look crossing his face. “You don’t want to see what he does to them. It ranges from simple abuse to off-the-charts crazy. Most of them fucking die. That’s usually when I get called. I take out the ‘garbage’ left behind.”
So the guy did scrubbing work, good to know—one more reason to kill him.
“Last time, who is it?” Arek’s body shook, his adrenaline spiking.
“They call her Bambi. That’s all I know. Now can you cut me loose?” Y shook the chains.
Arek’s blood pounded hard in his ears. If this Tyson was even half as bad as his reputation, Renee was in danger, real danger. He needed to get back to the city.
“Come over here and turn around. I’ll take the cuffs off.” Arek put the knife away and pulled the keys out of his pocket. Y couldn’t move fast enough to jump at the offer.
As soon as his back was to Arek, he put the keys back in his jeans pocket and yanked back on the man’s hair, making him yell. Arek moved swiftly, no longer desiring the thrill torture usually gave him. The yell turned into a gurgle, his body jerking as the long hunting knife slid across Y’s throat. It was like cutting through butter.
Arek listened for a moment to the unmistakable sound of the man choking on his own blood as it poured like a geyser down the front of his body. Then he gave Y a hard push, and the body landed face-first on the ant mound. He watched for a few minutes as the insects swarmed out, not so happy that their home was under attack. At one point in his life, he might have cringed as they crawled all over the still twitching body, but now… Within a minute, they made the Y’s skin look alive.
Fitting end.
Arek marched back to the driver’s side of the Hummer and slammed the door closed behind him. His hands twisted back and forth on the steering wheel as he tried to rein in the crazed rage that was making it hard to think straight.
The primal urge to kill and protect what was his swirled like a building storm in his chest. “Sweet Delilah, plot the fastest course to Renee’s house.”
“Course plotted,” the AI said, his windshield glowing with the route that would take three hours.
“Motherfucker!” Arek growled as the Hummer roared into action.
