“I had an affair. I swear that’s all, Lindsay! Anything else they tell you are lies,” he rushes out, a malicious gleam in his eye.
What. The. Actual. Fuck? Does he think that we’ll just let it go at that?
Thepopechoes through the room, followed by hoarse screams as the bullet shatters his kneecap. Lindsay bounces erratically in her seat, the whites of her eyes showing as her muffled screams mix with Charles’s.
I come up behind him, my arm going around his throat, knife waving in his face. “Tell her the truth!” I hiss at him, running the knife down the side of his tear-dampened face.
He does nothing for a moment but moan, obviously in excruciating pain. “Now, Charles. Unless you want your other knee gone as well.”
“Okay, okay,” he moans, his throat working. “I—fuck. I like kids, okay?”
Trey rips the tape off of Lindsay’s mouth. She licks her lips, brows lowering. “What do you mean, you like kids?” she says, her voice quivering.
Moving around in front of him, I jab my finger into his bloody knee, and he screams. “I have sex with kids!” he shouts, sweat pouring off his face in sheets.
“You what?” she screeches back at him, her face as white as paper. She lashes out with her bound hands, beating on him. “Did you touch our children?”
Putting his hands up to block her, he shouts back at her, “No! Of course not!”
Trey steps forward, waving the gun at him. “No, you never touched your children? Is that what you’re going with?”
Lindsay shrieks, tears pouring down her face. “Tell me you didn’t, Charles! Tell me you didn’t touch my babies!”
Grabbing the tablet out of the bag, I open up the photo app and hold it out to show her, swiping through the pictures. Three children, asleep in their beds. Drugged, most probably. Their pajamas lifted or removed.
“No! You fucking bastard! I’m going to kill you!” she screams, rocking back and forth on the sofa.
“Senator Charles Rankin, we find you guilty of pedophilia. Of incest, rape, and distribution of child pornography.” My voice rings clear above the sobs and moans.
Trey raises the gun and the senator tries to scramble back, but it’s too late. A finalpopfrom the silenced gun sounds, and Charles goes limp, a trickle of blood seeping from the wound between his eyes.
Removing a red Sharpie from my pocket, I writeRetributionacross his forehead. Trey was thoughtful to keep the bullet lower down, so I had room to write.
I leave the tablet on the coffee table as Trey puts the gun, rope, and knife back in the bag. Checking we’ve left nothing else behind, I give a sobbing Lindsay a salute, leaving the front door open behind me as we leave.
Three down, two to go.
Chapter 28
Trey
Fingering the napkin in my hand, I read over the names again.
Ernesto Diaz, NBA coach
Senator Charles Rankin
Judge Mitchell Easton
Doctor Erin Ortega
Earl Johnson
Two more to go. Glancing over at Rebecca, I smile to myself. We’re currently staying in a Radisson Hotel, and she’s sprawled out on the bed next to me, reading on the Kindle I picked up for her.Little Doll, by LJ Findlay, I think she’s currently reading. Not sure what it’s about, but she’s engrossed.
After the good senator’s death, we decided to take today as a rest day. Well, mostly. She’s relaxing and I’m busy on my laptop, looking into the next fucker on the list. Judge Easton. Although I'm finding it hard to concentrate.
My eyes run up and down Rebecca's body, and my cock twitches. We’ve had more sex in the past few weeks than I’ve had in my lifetime—not that I’m complaining in the least. I only have to catch her scent to turn hard, and since we’re together constantly, my cock is forever in a state of arousal.
