Page 62 of Vow of Vengeance

"Belongs to him?" Khan wails. "She doesn't fucking belong to you. I'll kill her before I let you fuck her up, too."

That gets a real laugh from me. I don't know if he's delusional from the blows to the head or just trying to make himself feel bigger in his final moments, but it doesn't matter. He's here, staring death in the face, and Soren is safe.

He's not getting anywhere near her ever again.

"You're going to die here, and no one will mourn you. Soren will be sad when she hears, but I'll be there to pick the pieces up, to put her back together. And you? You'll be..." I pause, turning to Wes. "What are we doing with the body?"

Wes tilts his head thoughtfully, as if he hadn’t yet considered that. I wonder for half a second whether I was a fool to thinkhe’d be of any use to me, but when I look from him to Khan’s sniveling form, I decide it’s worth it.

"You know of any pig farms nearby?"

I don't, but I'm not opposed to searching it online. Most any farmer will live far enough from the road they'll never be any wiser to the fact that we brought their pigs a little midnight snack.

"You'll be pig shit." I shrug, turning back to Khan. "Was it worth it?"

It's a dumb question, because I don't think I'll like his answer either way. If he says no, it's really just adding insult to injury.

If he says yes, it means I haven't been hard enough on him.

"I did what I had to." Khan wails, snot slipping down into his mouth. Fucking disgusting. "I'm sorry!"

"You're not sorry." I laugh. "You're sorry you got caught."

Wes strides behind him, tossing the roll of duct tape in the air and catching it easily. He finds the end and yanks it so that it unravels with a loud scraping noise that makes Khan bristle as if it's a fucking gunshot.

"Don't do this! I can change! I'll be better!"

"Damage is done, I'm afraid." I sigh. "You did this to yourself."

Wes reaches over to put the tape around the base of his neck, and I don't bother asking what he did it for. He wraps his neck as Khan sobs, his lips quivering.

"Tell her I love her, okay?"

That's about as much as I can take. I don't even think, stabbing the knife decisively in the first bit of body I find.

Khan's eyes widen and a scream starts in his throat, but Wes clamps a hand over his mouth and nose before he can even get a sound out. I note the flash of gold on his ring finger and think faintly it's a bold strategy to keep his ring on while he commits murder. But I suppose blood washes off in the end. The stain of betrayal, though? That doesn't.

I glance down and scoff when I see the front of Khan’s boxers, saturated with blood and piss.

Fucking pussy.

"I won't be doing that."

His face contorts in rage, desperation shifting him into someone that looks so completely different.

"Then tell me one thing?"

"Maybe." I shrug as Wes winds the tape over his jaw. He looks like he's turning him into some sort of pinata.

"How'd you know it was me?"

"I recognized you." I tell him simply. It’s all the explanation he deserves. "In the video of you raping her."

Confusion registers on his face, and he opens his mouth for something, but Wes drags the tape over his lips.

It's just as well. I don't need anything from him. We can just poke a hole in the tape near his ears, so he can hear me until his last heartbeat.

His eyes widen, shoulders stiffening as his attempt to fight is renewed.