Page 33 of Payback
“Not tonight. Not yet.”
I understood that if he hesitated to pull the trigger, he'd turn to me. I was the preferred choice over everyone else. I comprehended the rationale behind this preference. Strangely, we shared numerous similarities. However, his life's purpose wasn't confined to seeking retribution against those who had wronged him. He had already fulfilled that in his younger years. After exacting his revenge, he set his sights on grander ambitions. He often questioned me about what lay beyond. Yet, my concern was the present, the outcomes it could yield for me—particularly the gratification I sought. I had claimed Alison’s body in various ways, and I anticipated her awaiting me at home, eager to partake further. I knew that tonight would stir my adrenaline, and what better way to conclude the evening than by fucking my slave until she was so filled with my cum that it incessantly flowed from her?
“What can I help with tonight?” I asked.
“Someone came a little too close,” he told me.
“Close?”
“To something that didn’t belong to them. Normally, I do not care who people sleep with, but when the girl is 15 and the daughter of a very important politician, and the fucker is over 40, I get a little pissed.”
I tightened my grip on the gun, a sense of darkness spreading within me. There was one thing that resonated with both of us—a profound disdain for disgusting perverts. Those were the people we didn't hesitate to eliminate. And given that the father couldn't soil his own hands with blood, who better to turn to than Vince? His clientele extended beyond just those from the slums. Even those needing to maintain their public image sought his services.
“Fast or slow?” I questioned.
Vince smiled, throwing his shaking hands to the side.
“That’s up to you, but as always—”
“Discreetly.”
"That’s right," he said, nodding approvingly. "If you hurry, you might make it back to your prisoner before morning. I don’t expect you will drag him with you back to where you keep the sweet flower."
"No, the only man in that house with her will be me."
"The delightful taste of revenge."
"I’m far from done," I stated.
"You will make her life go up in flames in the end, won’t you? You won’t be satisfied until you push her to the brink you reached."
"You’re right. I want her to have nothing left. She needs to know what that feels like," I agreed.
"Well, don’t let me delay you. You will find the target in one of my hotels. It’s all arranged and easy for you to take care of," Vince told me.
I nodded in acceptance.
"Oh, but son," he called out, making me turn my head as he stopped me from leaving so soon. "I’m sure I don’t have to tell you this, but the thing about revenge is that in order not to be swallowed up by it, you must find a way to let go in the end."
I looked puzzled at him, not understanding what he meant.
"Isn’t that why all your loved ones are dead?" I questioned, making him smile a little.
"Yes, but this is different. How many years have you spent obsessing over this moment?" he asked.
"I have been planning."
"You have thought about her 24 hours a day for years, waiting for the right moment to strike. Now you have her, and I bet the feeling of being on top is euphoric, but don’t forget how it ends."
"I don’t understand," I replied, puzzled. "I know how it ends."
"Can you let her go in the end?" he asked. "Women have a way of complicating things, especially one you have been obsessed with for years."
"I have hated her for years, planning how to pay her back. That’s different," I defended.
"Sure, son, that’s different," he conceded, yet his tone lacked the conviction it should have carried.
"She will go back to nothing but ashes, and nothing will save her then."
