“I’m not going to kill him,” I snarl. “I’m only going to make him wish he was dead.”
Just like I’d been in pain so many times and had wished I was dead.
Except there’s a big difference between me and Brock.
I really hadn’t deserved what happened to me, something that seems stark to me tonight.
Brock does.
Blaze gives me an approving look. “We’ll leave enough of him alive for the Delgados to crucify.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know. I thought it was fake. It was just a little fun—” Brock babbles.
“Fun?” I repeat, my voice so cold that it doesn’t quite register as my own. “Yeah. Killing somebody isfun.”
I kick him again, and this time, something cracks.
He screams.
Franklin hadn’t even been able to scream.
“His hand,” I say. “Get his hand flat on the ground.”
I remember my own hand being forced to the floor seconds before?—
Blaze shrugs and motions for Asch to approach. The two of them loosen the ropes, and Brock tries to fight them but he’s no match for the two of them. Asch wrestles Brock to the ground and sets his knee on Brock’s broken rib.
Brock screams again.
Blaze extends Brock’s arm out.
I wish I had a knife.
I stomp on his hand as hard as I can, and as he screams and screams, I grind my foot down onto it.
“Good luck saving that hand,” I tell him over his sobbing. They might be able to reconstruct it, but it’ll never be the same again.
He doesn’t deserve for it to be. He deserves to remember this forever.
I’m sorry.
My eyes are suddenly wet with tears, and I blink them angrily away. “Fuck!” I snarl. If I don’t get away from him, I’m going to do more damage, too much damage, and I don’t have the resources to do anything about it.
Would you help me bury a body?
We’re too far away from New Bristol for the Pavones to be much help, but Pandora is resourceful. She’d find a way to help me.
It’s easy to forget right now that I hate her because suddenly, I need her more than I’ve ever needed anyone.
Blaze and Asch get up, while Brock continues to sob and whimper.
“You’re lucky,” Blaze says to Brock. “Because I want to give Mrs. Delgado closure. So you’re going to pick yourself up, and you’re going to call Tate or who the fuck ever to take you to the hospital, and you’re not going to say a single fucking word about who did this to you, or I won’t be so merciful again. You got it?”
Brock whimpers.
Blaze sighs and grinds his foot down on Brock’s hand.
The scream scares some nearby birds out of the trees.
