Page 17 of Justified (Ruthless Vigilante #1)

I liked a freak. “Fuck yeah.” I pulled out and he turned around, kneeling before me with his mouth open, tongue extended.

“Give it to me,” he coaxed as I jerked my dick.

“Ahhhh, ahhhhh, fuck!”

“Yeah, come on… shoot it all over my face.”

I jerked harder and faster and then roared as my cum shot out of my slit, splattering his cheeks, mouth, and tongue.

He closed his eyes as a few strings of my spunk continued to cover his face.

I quaked as the last drops of spunk dripped out on his tongue, then I stuck my dick back into his mouth for that extra special treatment.

He sucked me down, running his tongue along my ridge. “Mmmm, yeah… looks like I’m not the only one with superpowers,” I flirted.

He pulled back and spit my cum on the floor.

I actually preferred for them to swallow, but I wasn’t going to get pissy about it.

Like I said, we didn’t even know each other’s names and he didn’t know what I looked like.

I’d fucked him while still wearing my mask.

So, I’d let that one pass. He still looked fucking sexy as hell covered in my nut.

I tucked my dick back into my pants and laced myself back up.

The man took off his shirt and used it to wipe my cum off his face and chest. “What’s your name? I mean, like your superhero name.”

I snorted. “I’m no hero. I’m not that noble. You asked me if I was going to kill that kid. If he had killed you, I would have. I give people back what they deserve. My name is Cobra.”

“So, you’re a vigilante?”

“Yeah, you could say that. I think it’s more fitting.”

“Well, you saved me tonight, so you’re good in my book. And Cobra is a badass name.”

I smiled. “Thanks. Now, watch out for your surroundings next time. This is a dangerous neighborhood. If you don’t want to be a victim, don’t look like an easy target.”

He lowered his head and nodded as he slipped his shirt back on. “You’re right. Thanks.”

I nodded, snatched up my flashlight, and slipped it back into my pouch.

I opened the door, leaving him to the rest of his night.

It felt good getting that load out and I was more relaxed.

I went back to searching the night for scum and, after another two hours, I decided to take my ass home.

The door opened and I drove my car inside.

Jordan closed the garage door and walked back to his computer station.

I climbed out of my car. “Hey.”

“How did it go tonight?” he asked as he typed away on his computer, which looked more like a command center.

He had three keyboards, nine monitors, and one hell of an internet connection with routers and all that shit.

Truth be told, I’d rather dismember a human body than try to figure out how the fuck he put that computer crap together.

All I saw were a bunch of cords and blinking lights and humming devices.

“It was pretty uneventful tonight,” I said, making my way to the bedroom to undress.

I took off my costume and sat my utility belt on the dresser.

I pulled on a pair of sweats and then made my way downstairs to the fridge for something to drink.

I was extra thirsty. I pulled a bottle of water out of the crisper.

“What are you up to?” I asked after I’d guzzled half the bottle down, quenching my thirst.

“I’m about to break into this bastard’s site. I must say, they have really great firewall security,” Jordan said.

I walked up behind him and looked at the many monitors, not really sure which one he was working with at the moment. Might have been all of them, for all I knew. “What site?”

“I managed to get on the dark web,” Jordan said.

“Lots of illegal and sick shit on that thing.”

“I know, that’s why I’m on it. I figured taking out petty criminals is good and all, but the real pieces of shit can be found here.

I was scanning some pages and found one that is called the Killing Game.

Of course, it’s taken me over half an hour to finally break through a backdoor firewall, but I’m finally in,” he said, typing away on his clear, custom-made keyboard.

Right at that moment, I zeroed in on one of his screens that featured a timer and a little kid tied up to a chair.

The child looked to be no older than twelve years old, and he was terrified.

Tears streamed down his face, making his cheeks shiny as they dripped onto his chest and lap.

On the side of the screen were screen names from the members and it looked like there was some sort of bidding war taking place.

“What the fuck is this?” I murmured as I watched.

“I… I don’t think I can watch this,” Jordan stammered.

“Save the names of the people bidding, we may need them.”

Someone named Mr. Jingles came out on top with a winning bid of five million dollars.

Now that the bidding was over, Mr. Jingles typed in the words “strip him.” And out of nowhere, a man appeared, dressed in a black latex suit like a fucking gimp, and began to strip the boy of his clothing.

He ripped through the fabric like a brute as the child cried and beg over and over to be set free.

He begged for his parents and for God to protect him.

It was heartbreaking to see what was happening and know that whatever we were watching wasn’t going to end well.

“Oh my god, I think I’m going to be sick,” Jordan said, but his brown eyes remained glued to the screen as though he couldn’t look away.

I continued watching because I needed to know what the fuck was really going on.

Next, Mr. Jingles typed in the words “cut off his nipples.” And the man in black grabbed one of the boy’s nipples and started carving into the child’s flesh as the boy screamed in agony.

I heard Jordan gag, then he pulled away from the desk and ran into the bathroom.

He didn’t quite make it to the toilet immediately, but he did get there eventually.

My stomach was far more hardened, but even I was sickened to my soul by what I was seeing.

My god, I thought I knew what evil looked like, but I had been wrong.

I had been so fucking wrong. If you could do this to an innocent child, there were no limits to your cruelty.

You were a true monster in every sense of the word.

I watched as the man cut off the other nipple, leaving trails of blood flowing down the boy’s pale chest. The look of anguish and fear on the child’s face brought tears to my eyes.

I was sure the people who were paying for the privilege of killing this kid wanted to see him suffer as well as hear him.

I didn’t want to think about how many were getting off on it, or was it just Mr. Jingles?

Did his bid also win him a private viewing?

It was hard to tell because Jordan had gotten us the VIP entry into this site.

Again, Mr. Jingles gave more commands that involved cutting off the boy’s hands and feet, gouging out his eyes, cutting out his tongue, scalping his hair, and finally splitting his cock in two.

The boy had endured every torturous bit until he bled out and was finally released from the pain.

By the end of it, I had to find a garbage can to puke in.

The image was burned inside my head of that boy’s final moments.

There was no way I was going to let this slide.

I had to do something about it. Jordan was right, taking out petty criminals was all well and good, but this shit here, this was where real evil resided.

Jordan came up behind me and rubbed my back as I leaned over the garbage can. “Are you okay?”

“Not… really,” I choked out, spitting the last of my bile into the trash.

I stood up and walked over to the sink and poured myself a glass of water.

I took a swallow and spit it out in the sink.

I did that a few times before I could actually drink the water.

“I ain’t ever getting that shit out of my head. ”

“Me either. I can’t even imagine what you saw, because you watched it all.

I had to leave, I couldn’t hear that poor child screaming another second.

I knew I was going to see some crazy shit while on the dark web, but I just didn’t think it’d be anything like that,” Jordan said, wiping tears from his eyes.

“My god, that poor kid. His poor family! I’m sure they are just sick with worry wondering where their son is, not knowing if he’ll ever be found.

I just can’t imagine…” He shook his head and I understood him completely.

“We need to track down who owns the site,” I said.

“What about the sons of bitches who bid on it? Who want the victims to die?” Jordan asked.

I turned and leaned against the counter. “We need to cut the head off of the snake, not start at its tail. The people bidding could be from all over the world.”

“True, but they need to pay, too,” Jordan protested.

I stared at him for a few seconds, contemplating what he was saying. “You’re right… they should pay too. Do what you can to find out who these people are.”

Jordan nodded. “I’ll dig as far as I can to discover who’s behind the site. They have another killing coming up in the next twenty-four hours.”

“Jesus fucking Christ! I don’t even want to think about what’s going to happen next,” I said.

I actually needed a stiff drink, but I didn’t even want to bother because the buzz wouldn’t last long enough to make me forget what the fuck I’d just seen.

“I had such a decent night until I saw that shit.”

“Did you have to kill anyone?” Jordan asked.

I shook my head. “No, not tonight. You know, I don’t always kill when I go out. I’m not a serial murderer.”

Jordan smirked. “I know that. I also know that you will do whatever it is that needs to be done. I guess I just wanted to hear about a bad guy getting what was coming to him after watching that video.”

I nodded. “I get you. I did bust some bitch ass drug dealer’s ear drums and fucked his wrist up.”