Page 70 of Racing Dirty Trilogy Box Set

I crack my neck to the side and never take my eyes off the junkie.

I give him a cold, hard stare and I swear he just pissed himself.

His body is shaking, and the body odor stench is overwhelming when I stalk towards him.

I try not to gag the closer I get, but it's hard.

I grab the junkie by the throat and lift him off his feet.

His jagged fingernails try to dig into my hand as I squeeze his windpipe closed with my fist. He swallows hard under my hand and his eyes dart towards the kitchen again.

"In the kitchen," I tell Switch, not taking my eyes off Tony the junkie. I can hear Switch leave the room and I tighten my hold on this guy's throat. His eyes bulge and his feet thrash, trying to connect with my shins. His face takes on a blue tint when Switch comes back into the room.

"Let him go," Switch says.

I drop him to the couch and he grabs his throat, wheezing and coughing. I'm not satisfied he received our message and my hands are shaking with rage, itching to spill blood. His blood, as his bones crunch under my knuckles.

"Let this be a lesson to you," Switch says staring at Tony still trying to catch his breath, on the couch. "You don't pay up when you're supposed to, I'm going to find you and let him," he says pointing to me, "loose next time. You'll be eating from a straw for the rest of your life."

Tony's green eyes grow wide again and he nods his head up and down.

I turn my back on him and walk towards the door.

Hearing a grunt, I whip around and Switch is on the ground with a knife to his throat.

There's a line of blood trailing from the corner of his mouth.

Tony is straddling him, pinning him down.

In a quick moment, I have a choice to make.

I can let this junkie kill Switch or I can kill the junkie.

Shit. With as much as I need to get out, I can't, not yet.

I charge the junkie and throw him off Switch and he hits the wall with a thud.

Without a second thought, I pick him up and pin him against the wall, the adrenaline flowing through my body leaves me no choice but to end his life.

The demon I battle with daily is ready to wreak havoc on this guy.

With surprising strength, he pushes off the wall and I lose my grip.

He takes a swing and connects with the side of my face, making me stumble back.

Blood fills my mouth and I spit on the ground.

"Wrong move asshole." I glare at Tony and am on him in a flash.

My fist hitting his face with a satisfying crunch.

He howls in pain, but I don't stop. I keep on raining blow after blow until he stops moving.

Blood flying everywhere, hitting me in the face and arms. Hands grab my shoulders and Switch's voice is in my ear.

"Finish him."

Two words and my demon's happy. I grab the junkie’s head and twist his neck until I feel the bones snap under my hands and his body goes limp. Dull green eyes stare back at me, unblinking.

Fuck, that felt good. Tony the junkie's blood has stained my knuckles and I've taken another life with the order from Switch.

Another reason to get the fuck out. It's not the first time I've killed under his command and I have a feeling deep in my gut, it won't be the last. Standing up, I catch a glimpse of Switch out of the corner of my eye.

He's pissed, holding his throat, pacing back and forth.

I don't say a word. His black eyes lock onto mine, fury and rage pass across his face.

"Check for anything valuable, then destroy and burn it down. Meet me at the apartment when you're done." He gets right into my face. "If this happens again, you're fucking dead. You got me?"

I nod my head. He has control over my mind and can fuck with it whenever he wants.

I might be stronger and bigger than he is, but he's in my head and I can't help but do what he says.

He's programmed me to be this way and I can't fight it.

I'm not strong enough. I need to channel the evil lurking below the surface.

He's afraid of the demon, but he knows I have no control.

After several hours, one burned house, and a dead body gone later, I finally arrive at the apartment where it all started.

I'm completely exhausted as I walk up the brick steps and into the foyer.

My defenses are down and my body's sluggish.

Strong arms grab me from behind and something dark covers my head.

A needle pierces my skin and I'm out cold before I have a chance to fight them off.

Awakening to a slap across my face, I try to open my eyes but fail at the attempt.

Tingles work their way up my arms as my body wakes.

My hands are tied above my head. I try flexing my muscles but it's no use.

White hot pain radiates through my chest and back.

I can't see what they've done while I was unconscious, but the stink of burnt flesh finds its way to my nose.

"It's about time you join us. We had a little fun while we waited." Switch's voice penetrates through the fog in my mind. "Hope you don't mind, but I needed an ashtray and your back made a good one."

Opening my eyes, I finally get a look at where I am.

Shit, this isn't good. The evil lurking under my skin wants to come out, but with the drugs flowing into my system, it can't. I'm in a cellar, tied upright to a metal beam, and my bare feet are dangling inches from the floor.

If I flex my toes, I can touch the ground.

I only have on a pair of jeans. No shirt, shoes, or socks.

The dampness surrounding me sends a shiver down my naked torso.

A bright bulb is shining in my eyes and shadows dance in the corners, water drips from somewhere off in the distance.

Electricity hums softly next to my head, running through the wires in the ceiling.

Switch walks up to me, blocking the light, and stares me dead in the eyes.

"You fucked up today, now you must pay for your mistakes. Good thing you're awake for this part." An evil sneer is upon his lips.

I try to open my mouth and respond, but no sound escapes my lips.

"Let me do it," Wrath says from somewhere in the shadows.

My body turns stiff from her comment. She's the last person who I thought would betray me.

I assumed we had something special. All the times we've been together invade my mind.

Each kiss and caress of her body, each time I've made her forget her own name, every time I brought her pleasure, flips through my head.

I've been played by the one person I thought I could trust.

Wrath appears from the shadow directly in front of me.

Pain and remorse flashes in her eyes and she shut's it down, turning her hazel eyes cold and deadly.

Switch moves out of the way and she takes his place.

She removes a knife from her pocket and flips it open.

The dull metal gleaming off the single bulb.

I swallow hard and can't seem to find my voice.

The cigarette burns across my back long forgotten as my eyes widen.

"Nolan, I hate to do this to you, but you fucked up today.

Now you must pay for your mistakes," Wrath whispers in my ear.

"Don't fight it and it'll be over quickly.

" She kisses the side of my cheek and runs her hands through my hair before slicing a shallow cut across my chest. Pain like no other, radiates through my body, but I bite back a groan, keeping my eyes locked on hers.

Her hazel eyes are hesitant to keep going, but her hands work quickly making several small slices across my chest. Blood is dripping down my torso after another sink of the blade.

She slices again, deeper than the others and I bite back another groan fighting the pain and unconsciousness wanting to take over.

"More," Switch demands from my right.

Wrath sinks the knife into my chest, breaking through several layers of skin.

Hesitant in her strokes as she makes several shallower cuts across my skin.

I'm helpless and defeated to stop her and fight back.

After another sweep of her blade, sinking deeper than the rest, I can't hold back the pain.

Even the demon I battle with daily can't help me now.

A low agonizing moan leaves my parted lips, my breath coming out in shallow spurts.

Fire is blazing through my body and blood is dripping down my chest to the rhythm of my heart.

My head drops to study the damage done and I suppress a groan.

She draws her blade to my flesh one final time before my mind slips into the darkness, blocking out the pain.

Her blade plunges deep into my skin, starting at my armpit, and splits my flesh away across my chest up to my collarbone.

The stroke of the knife is slow and jagged as she rips away my skin.

I struggle to lift my head and find her eyes, but the pain is too much to handle.

I let out a blood-curdling scream as my mind shuts down and I succumb to the darkness dancing in the corners of my vision.