Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
The shocks seemed to be coming with increasing regularity. And intensity. We all stood there and watched dispassionately. I didn’t know about anyone else, but I was enjoying the fuck out of the show.
“Please, Hannah,” Dillon’s voice cracked, eyes wide with that pleading kind of panic that always seemed just a little too late. Which, of course, he was. “I’m begging you.” Tears and sweat streamed down his face. Kind of surprised me the guy hadn’t tried to use his suit jacket as a way to get across the tacks, but honestly, it wouldn’t have made a difference and I think he knew it.
Hannah tilted her head slightly, those brown curls swaying as if considering his words. “Begging?” she mused aloud, her tone only slightly mocking. “That’s new for you.”
And the shocking continued. At one point, Dillon almost toppled over. I was surprised he didn’t, given how hard those shocks seemed to be getting. I wondered where the limit was, but honestly, I couldn’t give a fuck. Bastard deserved this and more just for hitting Hannah at the club tonight. Judging by his other transgressions, he deserved a whole fucking lot more than what he was currently getting.
Across the room, Hawk flicked a gaze my way, an eyebrow arched. “So? We doing this, or what?”
Dillon’s eyes darted between us like a cornered animal. He stammered out a pathetic half-laugh. “Yeah, c’mon guys, help me out here.”
“Huh?” Hawk gave Dillon a questioning look. Then his eyes widened in understanding. “Ohhh… You thought I meant that we should help you.” He grinned. “Yeah. No. I just want to get this done so I can make sure the mess is cleaned up in time for me to go to my kid’s birthday party.”
Another ZAP! had Dillon’s body jerking violently before settling back into trembling. The motherfucker had threaded his feet through the rungs of the stool in an effort to stay on it. He was either stupid or a fucking pussy, because I was pretty sure the pain he’d get from the tacks on the floor was nothing compared to what he was feeling now.
“How many others have there been, Dillon? How many other women have you terrorized?”
“No one! I swear! No one!” He was panting now. I thought he might have pissed himself.
Hawk leaned back against the wall casually, crossing his arms over his chest with an amused snort. “Dumb bastard.”
“You honestly think I didn’t do my homework before I came after you?” Hannah tilted her head looking at him like the dumb shit he was. “I baited you. And you did exactly what I was told you would do. Right down to the fucking flowers in every room.”
“What?” He looked so dumbstruck I had to cover my smile with my hand. Not because I didn’t want him to know exactly how big a dumb shit I thought he was, but because I knew I was gonna get to play scary monster come to eat his face pretty Goddamned soon and I wanted to get into character. Because, yeah. I was gonna enjoy the fuck outta this.
“Before Carol, there was Marissa. And before her, a woman named Geri. Pretty sure you know why I couldn’t talk to her.”
Dillon went white, his mouth opening and shutting before he swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Doesn’t matter.” She smiles sweetly. “Even if you don’t admit what you did to the others, I know what you did to me. So do several people in that club. I also made sure we were in the direct line of a security camera before you hit me.”
“Please, Hannah.” Dillon wept as he begged. “I can’t take any more. Please.”
“Let me ask you something.” Dillon lifted his gaze to hers. “What did you do to me when I begged you to stop?”
Dillon’s face crumpled, and he sobbed and sobbed. Hannah moved to the edge of the tacks on the floor and waited. The shock pad went off again and she moved forward. I glanced down at her feet to see she had on thick-soled boots at least. The second Dillon’s body relaxed after the shock, she lunged forward and plunged a knife into the side of his back five times in rapid succession, going for his kidney and the renal artery. The abdominal aorta if her knife was long enough. She twisted her knife before jerking it out the final time and stepping back.
Dillon looked at her in shock as he clamped his hand over the wound. Blood poured through his fingers. “Oh, God.” He gasped. “Oh, God!”
“God doesn’t give a shit about you, Dillon. No one fucking does.” Her words had no heat in them. She delivered them in a “so sorry for you” voice that made me smile, especially when Dillon started sobbing.
He tumbled off the stool and onto the roofing tacks with a strangled cry. He was definitely bleeding out. Just not very quickly.