Page 123 of Scream Little Sister

Justin’s eyes widen. “You’re not serious, are you?”

I stand and place the bottom of my boot against the back of his head. Justin lays his palms flat on the ground and jerks his neck to keep his face away from the curb.

“Bite it,” I snarl.

Fear flares in Justin’s eyes, and he arches his back and shoves the ground to get up. I kick him between the shoulders and hold all my weight on him to keep him down, flipping up the helmet’s visor so I can hear him whimpering over the rain and thunder. Crouching down, I keep my boot between his shoulder blades and put my head close to his face.

“If you don’t bite the curb, I’ll spend all night torturing you in ways you can’t even imagine,” I say.

Justin meets my gaze and stares for what feels like forever. Tears swim in his eyes and trail down his cheeks, mixing withthe raindrops. Finally, he opens his mouth and sets his teeth on the curb.

“Such a good boy.” I run a gloved finger over his cheek, then flick his forehead. I straighten and move my boot off of him so I can stand by his head. “Now look at me.”

He raises his eyes and ugly cries as he keeps his teeth in place.

“There we go.” I pull out my cell phone and snap a few pictures of him. “Now rot in hell, motherfucker.”

Fear flashes across Justin’s face as I raise my leg. His fingers curl into the cement, his shoulders tensing as he braces himself for the impact. I stomp my boot on the back of his head and grin at the satisfying crunch. His teeth smash into the curb, and he lets out a wail. I raise my leg and stomp again, crushing his skull into the pavement. Blood splashes against the curb and mixes with the rain.

Lightning flashes nearby, followed by a loud boom, covering Justin’s weakening gurgles. I stomp on the back of his head again and take a step back as his body shakes. His leg kicks out—a normal response as his dying brain sends trauma signals to the rest of his body.

I wish I could bring him back to life, just to do this all over again and make him suffer even more. It’s too fucking bad it’s not possible.

C’est la vie.

My chest heaves, and sweat coats my skin, cooling me down. I spit on Justin’s corpse and snap a few more pictures of him before I tap on Jaxon’s name in my contacts. The phone rings three times before he answers.

“Yeah?” he says, his voice thick with sleep.

“Need help with cleanup.”

“Where you at?”

“At my house.”

“Jesus.” There’s shifting of what sounds like sheets, then heavy footsteps on his side of the call. “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“I’ll let Hawk and Aiden know,” I say. “Bring something that will clean off blood from asphalt and marble floors.”

Jaxon is silent for a moment before he asks, “So, you need a power washer and chemicals?”

“Might be safe.” I nudge Justin’s body with the tip of my boot and cock my head as I assess him. My mind flies through all the things we’ll need to remove the evidence so we don’t have the cops or the Exiled on my ass.

“Got it. I’ll be there in a minute.” Jaxon hangs up.

I call Aiden, then Hawk, letting them know I’ll need their help. Per usual, Aiden isn’t happy about getting rid of another body, but I know he’ll do it anyway.

After I end the call, I leave Justin’s dead body and stalk toward the house. I need to go to Madison. Not only because she needs me, but becauseIneed to make sure she’s okay.

My steps slow as I approach the porch. Madison stands outside, under the shelter of the porch roof. She put her underwear back on, but a trail of blood runs down the inside of her thigh.

I remove my helmet and shake my head to set my damp hair back into place. The helmet drops from my hands, and I leave it forgotten on the ground as I stop in front of her. I want to cup her cheeks, look her over and make sure she’s okay, but I don’t want to scare her any more than she already is right now.

Tears shine in her eyes, giving them a glossy look. Her chest rises and falls with quick, panicked breaths.

Let me touch you, little sister. Let me hold you.I bite my tongue to keep myself from begging her.

We stay quiet for a moment, staring at each other as I wait for her to run from me. I don’t want her scared of me, but she just witnessed me murdering two men.