Page 110 of Endure the Pain

Alex didn’t make a noise and slowly turned his head back to face me. Then his eyes shifted to Jamie and he spit blood on the floor. “You must have been the father of the baby I cut up inside your bitch.”

Jamie punched him again.

Tiffany laughed, deliriously. “All Irish babies go to heaven,” she sang. I smacked her, my rage getting the best of me. She laughed again. “You should have stayed dead, bitch!”

Things were getting out of hand, fast. I needed to regain control. I glanced at Louie. “Untie one of her hands.” He did as I said, and she tried to claw at him. I caught her hand, bent it in a way that I knew would hurt. She yelped, then screamed when I slid my knife across her wrist. Slicing the artery, blood steadily poured from her wrist to the floor. She tried to yank her hand free, but I held it firmly, displaying it for her brother to see.

“She’ll bleed out,” I said to him. “Tell me where Buck is.”

“Ow! Damnit, Alex!” Tiffany cried. “She’s hurting me!”

“Shut up, Tiffany!” Alex snapped. “I don’t fucking know where he is. Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

Despite his bravado there was panic in his eyes. My gut believed that he truly didn’t know where Buck was.

I released her wrist and grabbed her by her hair. I yanked her head back, revealing her throat, and brought my knife to it. “How’d you get into my house? Who in my family is feeding you information?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. That’s a question for Buck. He gave me the blueprints of all the blind spots in your house and a list of times when the security changed shifts.”

I didn’t remove my knife from his sister’s throat. He looked from me to it, then back to me. “I’m telling the truth.”

More fear leaked into his eyes—one of the things I truly wanted from this moment. Next was agony.

“I believe you.” I moved my knife to the side of her neck and dragged it to the other side.

“No!” he roared as blood gushed from his sister’s neck. I took a step back, absorbing every second of his pain. He fought against his restraints to no avail. He cried and screamed, his face turning red as he watched her choke on her own blood.

We stood there and waited until she was dead and his screaming turned into groaning. Then, I stalked up to him and slammed my knife into his stomach in the same place he'd stabbed me. He gasped and I left it inside of him.

“Your turn,” I said to Jamie and Louie before walking out of the house. I didn’t care to see him die. I didn’t care to see the peace death provided. I was content with his misery being the last thing to remember him by.

Jamie and Louie didn’t torture Alex for long until they eventually killed him. Then, they joined me on the porch, both sporting split knuckles. We sat there for awhile, feeling the finality of Alex Roth. I wanted to cry, but I wouldn’t let myself.

After that, we set up the bombs originally meant to lure Alex out with inside the house and blew it up. Jamie drove us back and the three of us didn’t speak the entire time.

We didn’t return to the cabin until dark. Everyone was sitting in the living room when I walked in. Feeling numb, I didn’t so much as greet anyone. I must have had a look on my face because no one said anything to me either and just watched me pass by. I started stripping off my weapons, not caring where they landed as I headed straight for my bedroom. My shoulder holster and two Glocks were taken off first. They thunked on the floor, then my bloody hunting knife that Jamie had returned to me followed. I kicked off my boots in my doorway and unbuckled my pants. Not caring to shut the door, I stripped on my way to my bathroom. I stepped into my shower in my underwear, turned the water all the way on hot.

I could see the steam coming off the water, but I couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t feel anything. No rage. No pain. I felt completely hollow. I couldn’t stand it.

A hand touched my shoulder, startling me. It was Louie.

He reached inside the shower, getting the sleeve of his shirt wet, and turned down the temperature. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“What are you doing here?” My voice cracked.

His brow furrowed and I could see sadness marring his handsome face. “I wanted to check on you.” His gaze slid down my almost naked body.

I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled on it—a silent tell that I wanted him to join me.

He hesitated.

“I just want to feel,” I whispered and pulled on him again. He stepped into the shower fully clothed. I molded my wet body to his and let him capture my mouth.

Our lips touching seemed to set something off inside of us. We turned frantic and rushed.

While my fingers worked to unfasten his pants, he reached behind me to unclasp my bra and tossed it on the shower floor. I freed his already hard cock from his briefs and shucked my underwear off. My back was pushed against the cold tile wall and I hooked my leg around his hip. He slammed into me and we both groaned.

With his pants only halfway down his thighs, the fabric of his clothes scraped along my bare skin each time he rocked inside of me.