Page 4 of Sweet Touch of Venom
Okay, his arm goes next.
“I’ll kill her,” another scream, spitting all in her face in the midst of it.
Mouth is after.
“Let me go and the bitch lives. I swear I’ll kill her.”
Tongue.
“Oh, I have no doubt you won’t.” I walk over the dead body. “But you’ve made one mistake.”
He trembles with sweat streaking down his cheeks, his arm loosening on the girl then shifting his body. I notice the movement that happens every two seconds from his nerves, and that’s when it’s time.
“You thinking there’s a way out of here without your brain attached to that floor?”
Boone shoots, hitting him in the kneecap. The shot catches him off guard, and he drops, shooting the bullet in the air. Mal runs over to the girl, grabbing her and moving her away from the scene.
I stand in front of him as he lays in the fetal position, holding his knee whilst reaching for his gun that fell along with him.
“Please man, I have a family,” he pleads, and it irks me even more.
I chuckle, truly chuckle because it’s so amusing, like watching a comedian on stage. “That’s terrible. Your family has someone like you in their lives.” My foot presses into his wound, a thick red liquid pouring out like hot lava. He hollers out, attempting to move my boot. He should’ve thought about that when he was planning a kidnapping to get money from someone else. There’s a consequence to everything. Some consider them to go to jail. Go before a judge, sentence them. My justice is?…
Well, we can see what that is.
Black fire erupts in my vision, and then my bullet pierces his skull.
So Idiotic.
Minutes later, Mal and Boone leave the scene and make sure the girl is safe and sound. I stay behind to have some fun and go forward with the promise to myself and to her. Afterward I’m walking outside, the cool tempered air swiping against my cheek as I wipe his dirty blood onto his filthy shirt before tossing it off to the gravel.
I look at the young girl in the ambulance, an EMT working on the gash riding up her leg. Her body shriveled and meek, fear combing every part of her tired body. I swear if I could, I would kill every last person who hurts young kids like this. She’ll need some therapy, but at least she’s not in their hands anymore. Istroll over to her, a blanket thrown around her shoulders, sitting on the backside of the ambulance. Her eyes widen with her body shaking; I lift my hands carefully in my steps for reassurance.
“You’re alright.” I step forward slowly at a no-harm pace.
She tucks the blanket between her arms, shifting. She’s probably no older than sixteen, much younger than I was, and that makes this shit so much worse.
“What’s your name?”
Rubbing her shoulder over the blanket she averts her watery eyes back to me. “Isabella.”
“Isabella, I’m here to help get you back to your parents. They are worried about you.” And they are. They’re the ones that gave me a call to search for her daughter, the video cameras around their house showed all the evidence that we needed to find the fuckers and extract her. They were brave enough to go to her home. Stupid enough to think they wouldn’t get caught.
Tears well up in her eyes, her irises pooled and poignant, yearning for the comfort that I genuinely cannot give to her.
“Are they coming to get me?” She sniffs tears streaming down her dirty face. The EMT finishes and walks off.
I nod, standing a little closer to her. “Yes, but first these guys are going to get you to a hospital.”
“No, they can’t! What if they come and get me again.” She burst out in tears again.
My shoulders are stiff. The part I love but hate the most. Once being a normal kid with nothing to worry about but friends and school only for their innocence to be taken and ripped from them. Only because their parents are rich or of high status. It’s not their fault their parents became who they are, and now they have to suffer the consequences. The kidnapping has increased, as if the fish are becoming less with no way to feed the sharks. It’s never ending, but I’ll keep at it until I’m dirt in the ground, surfing to dark eternity.
“No one is coming for you.”My brows raise, but my hand stays in my pocket. I don’t want to make her even more uncomfortable with just a shoulder tap.
Her chest heaves up and down, darting her eyes to the building and back at me.
“I promise no one will ever hurt you again.” At least not in that way. Just the common heart break, maybe. I can’t stop an asshole boy from being a jerk, but I can keep you safe from the predatory fuckers that hold no bounds. “You’ll have round-the-clock security at the hospital until your parents arrive.” I accommodate my security team because who can really depend on the security at the hospital? Most hospital security personnel are worn, old, tired or out of shape, and that doesn’t give me the confidence that something else won’t happen whilst in their care. I point over to Boone and Mal and her eyes follow.
