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I was so angry I wasn’tpaying attention when he swung, hitting me in the jaw. I couldn’t feel it. I wasnumb. I jumped on him and began hitting him as hard as I could and envisioningSway’s broken body with every punch. Darrin struggled violently underneath mebut his attempts were useless. He knew where to hit me though, and connected afew blunt blows to my ribcage; I could feel the sharp pain shooting throughoutmy body as my rib snapped under the pressure.

It was nothing comparedto the pain I was already feeling.

I welcomed the pain.

I wanted to feelphysical pain over this crushing emotional pain.

Spencer had knockedMike unconscious. Helaidbleeding profusely from hismouth; appearing to be missing some teeth.

Darrin squirmed underme again and I punched him once more, shattering his jaw, knocking himunconscious, but I couldn’t stop. I kept hitting him and repeatedly slamminghis head against the ground until I felt someone pulling on me.

I wanted to kill him.

I wanted him to feelthe pain I was feeling...the physical pain Swaywas feeling.

I needed to kill him.

I needed him to feelthis too.

My gaze shifted behindme.

Aiden.

“Jameson, youhavetostop.” Aiden urged me wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “You’re killinghim.”

“That’s...the fucking point, Aiden.” I growledback, continuing to hit Darrin.

The fury had consumedtoo much of my rationality.

I had no control left.

Aiden grabbed a hold ofmy suit yanking me backwards with the help of Kyle.

“StopJameson!”He yelled. “If you kill him now, you’ll never see her.”

He was right...I knelt there trying to calm down andstop the scene from replaying in my mind but couldn’t. The images wouldn’tstop.

I fell back to myknees, struggling to breathe, covered in Darrin’s blood. He was starting tostir slightly. I had half a mind to kill him now, but restrained myself. Icouldn’t leave Sway.

I reached down andyanked him forward by the collar of his soaked black t-shirt. Blood spilledfrom his mouth as he tried to speak but couldn’t.

I struggled with myselfnot to just snap his neck and end it. But then again, I didn’t know if that wassomething that actually worked or it was just in the movies.

“Don’t you ever touchher again, you hear me?” I leaned closer. “Do you fucking hear me? Next time,you will not be walking away from this. I will kill you! Do you understand?” Igrowled into his ear as Van walked in. I don’t know how I expected him toanswer, he was out cold.Maybe even dead.

“I’ll take it from hereJameson. You need to leave before someone realizes you were here.” Van advisedslowly walking over. “Jimi is waiting for you.”

Spencer and I shuffledtoward the door.

“What are you going todo to him?” Spencer asked Van, wiping blood from his hands with his shirt.

Van ran his hand acrossthe back of his neck, his eyes hard and tense as he looked into the darkness ofthe parking lot. “It’s probably better if you two just leave.”

14.FuelPump – Jameson

FuelPump – A device that pumps fuel from the fuel cell through the fuel line andinto the carburetor.

It wasn’t supposed tobe like this.