bastards know how to hold a grudge. Damn motherfuckers!”
“Why... Why do they want me dead that bad?”
He wailed once more. I didn’t notice that I was pressing the towel too keenly against the huge rip on his skin.
“They... They just want retribution, kid,” he answered as soon as the shock settled.
“Retribution? For what my father did?”
“Yeah.”
“But I didn’t do anything wrong...”
“Well, ‘yer pops just caused them around twenty-two million dollars, so they’re really pissed.”
“T-Twenty-two million?” I repeated. I couldn’t believe what I just heard.
“That’s a rough estimate. A mil per lab, and the feds shut down twenty-two of ‘em. No thanks to your pops’ snitchin’.”
“But my dad... my dad’s dead.” Those words made me pause for a while, as remembering my father crushed my heart once again. “Why are they after me?”
“Exactly for that reason, kid. ‘ Yer pops is dead. That’s why they’re now after ‘ya.”
“Why?” I still couldn’t get it.
Bane held my hand and made me stop cleaning his wound. He looked at me straight in the eyes, ensuring that I would listen well to what he was about to say.
“Because people like them need vengeance,” he told me. “That’s who they are. That’s how they work. For them, a problem ain’t resolved until blood is spilled. It’s how they do business. It’s how they maintain their street cred. It’s what makes them feel good about themselves, especially after a loss that big.”
“A-Are you telling me that... that... that there’s no way out of this until I’m... until I’m dead?” I desperately wanted to know, though I gravely feared the answer.
He struggled to stand up, grabbing the towel from my hands as he rose. He cleaned up his wounds himself, his gaze purposefully left my face.
“There’s always a way out, kid,” he said without even looking at me.
“How?” I begged for a reply.
“I... I dunno yet,” he responded with a trace of sullenness in his tone. “But I’ll think of somethin’. There’s always a way out... sometimes, we just need a stroke of inspiration to find it. I’m still waiting to get inspired.”
He threw the towel on the floor, contented with how his wounds have dried up. Then he kneeled in front of me as I was sitting on the border of the bed. And he...
He began to unbutton my pants...
“W-What are you doing?” I asked in shock. My hands tried to push him away... but he was too heavy and strong. I wasn’t able to budge him.
“Calm the fuck down,” he instructed as he unzipped my fly and started to pull down my jeans.
“Calm down?!” I asked in utter disbelief. “You’re... You’re undressing me!”
“I’m not undre... well... yeah, I’m undressin’ ‘ya, but I’m not gonna sack ‘ya or anythin’ like that.”
“I... I don’t think this is a...”
I wasn’t able to finish what I wanted to say. He removed my pants completely with one swift and powerful motion. Though I was still wearing my knickers, being that exposed in front of him made me feel very, very uncomfortable. I crossed my bare legs and covered my mid-area with my hands.
He just stared at my thighs.
But there was nothing lascivious about the way he looked at them, though.
Rather, there was concern in his eyes, and his next words confirmed how worried he actually was.
“Shit, girl! Ye’ve nasty bruises and scratches all over ‘yer legs. They look worse than Carter’s.”
“Who’s Carter?”
“This doberman I used to bet on at the pits. Carter had a nice winning streak goin’. I thought it was a good investment. For a while, it was. Then Carter met this fucking huge German Shepherd. It was a goddamn mismatch of epic proportions, I tell ‘ya. Carter got half her
“Why... Why do they want me dead that bad?”
He wailed once more. I didn’t notice that I was pressing the towel too keenly against the huge rip on his skin.
“They... They just want retribution, kid,” he answered as soon as the shock settled.
“Retribution? For what my father did?”
“Yeah.”
“But I didn’t do anything wrong...”
“Well, ‘yer pops just caused them around twenty-two million dollars, so they’re really pissed.”
“T-Twenty-two million?” I repeated. I couldn’t believe what I just heard.
“That’s a rough estimate. A mil per lab, and the feds shut down twenty-two of ‘em. No thanks to your pops’ snitchin’.”
“But my dad... my dad’s dead.” Those words made me pause for a while, as remembering my father crushed my heart once again. “Why are they after me?”
“Exactly for that reason, kid. ‘ Yer pops is dead. That’s why they’re now after ‘ya.”
“Why?” I still couldn’t get it.
Bane held my hand and made me stop cleaning his wound. He looked at me straight in the eyes, ensuring that I would listen well to what he was about to say.
“Because people like them need vengeance,” he told me. “That’s who they are. That’s how they work. For them, a problem ain’t resolved until blood is spilled. It’s how they do business. It’s how they maintain their street cred. It’s what makes them feel good about themselves, especially after a loss that big.”
“A-Are you telling me that... that... that there’s no way out of this until I’m... until I’m dead?” I desperately wanted to know, though I gravely feared the answer.
He struggled to stand up, grabbing the towel from my hands as he rose. He cleaned up his wounds himself, his gaze purposefully left my face.
“There’s always a way out, kid,” he said without even looking at me.
“How?” I begged for a reply.
“I... I dunno yet,” he responded with a trace of sullenness in his tone. “But I’ll think of somethin’. There’s always a way out... sometimes, we just need a stroke of inspiration to find it. I’m still waiting to get inspired.”
He threw the towel on the floor, contented with how his wounds have dried up. Then he kneeled in front of me as I was sitting on the border of the bed. And he...
He began to unbutton my pants...
“W-What are you doing?” I asked in shock. My hands tried to push him away... but he was too heavy and strong. I wasn’t able to budge him.
“Calm the fuck down,” he instructed as he unzipped my fly and started to pull down my jeans.
“Calm down?!” I asked in utter disbelief. “You’re... You’re undressing me!”
“I’m not undre... well... yeah, I’m undressin’ ‘ya, but I’m not gonna sack ‘ya or anythin’ like that.”
“I... I don’t think this is a...”
I wasn’t able to finish what I wanted to say. He removed my pants completely with one swift and powerful motion. Though I was still wearing my knickers, being that exposed in front of him made me feel very, very uncomfortable. I crossed my bare legs and covered my mid-area with my hands.
He just stared at my thighs.
But there was nothing lascivious about the way he looked at them, though.
Rather, there was concern in his eyes, and his next words confirmed how worried he actually was.
“Shit, girl! Ye’ve nasty bruises and scratches all over ‘yer legs. They look worse than Carter’s.”
“Who’s Carter?”
“This doberman I used to bet on at the pits. Carter had a nice winning streak goin’. I thought it was a good investment. For a while, it was. Then Carter met this fucking huge German Shepherd. It was a goddamn mismatch of epic proportions, I tell ‘ya. Carter got half her
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