Page 47 of Merciless Punks

They haul me to my feet, dragging me around the back of Nicky's car towards a blue Cadillac with the trunk open. I struggle in their grip, fighting harder as I see one of them trying to shove Tillie into the back of the trunk.

“I’m going to kill you all! I’ll start with your toes and make my way up, keeping you alive long enough as I peel layer after layer of your skin!” I say in a deadly voice, feeling their gazes on me as each one of them freeze in place.

I can practically smell their fear, they know who the fuck I am. I don’t make threats and not follow through.

My gaze connects with Tillie’s eyes, seeing her strength as she doesn’t stop fighting. I roar with my rage when the man trying to shove her in the trunk grabs her breast over her bra with a chuckle. He’s the first to go… I think Tillie has the same thought, she quickly reaches for the knife strapped to the man’s thigh without hesitating. My smile is feral, the copper taste filling my mouth as blood drips down my face but I’ve never been more proud of her as I am right now.

She slashes her hand across his throat with the knife, his eyes widening as a river of blood flows from the cut from one side of his neck to the other and soaks her face in a spray of blood. The guy drops like a bag of stones, dead. Tillie starts to run towards me with the knife raised over her head with a scream like she’s going to save me but one of the masked guys sneaks up behind her. He grabs her hair roughly and swings her around, knocking her head against the edge of the bumper. She falls to the ground, grabbing her bleeding head as she sits up.

“You killed Ethan! You fucking bitch!” one of the masked fuckers yells in Tillie’s face before he hauls up by her elbow and throws her in the trunk.

I try to break free, fighting with everything inside of me as the two men holding my arms drag me kicking and struggling over to the trunk. I’m tossed in beside Tillie within seconds and zip tied by my ankles along with my wrists.

“You deserve what’s coming to you, cunt. Cruz is very, very excited to see you.” one of the masked men snarls in our faces and slams the trunk closed, shutting us in the dark.

“No. No. No,” Tillie chants, her breath fanning across my face.

Cruz.

The fucking psychopath that hurt my woman time and time again.

I can’t wait to meet him.

I’m going to string him upside down, cut his throat open, and wait until all his blood drains out of his body before leaving him in the desert for the coyotes to chew on.

“Shhh. It’s going to be okay, Tillie. I’m right here and not going anywhere without you.” I scoot closer to her, wiggling until the front of my body presses against her soft one.

“Tey,” she rasps, sounding fucking terrified.

“Don’t worry, he’ll pay, sweetheart. You’ll get your revenge,” I mutter into her hair, my breath coming in big pants as the promise leaves my lips.

I’ll make sure vengeance is hers.

Cruz

Finally.

The end for now…