Chapter 8. Back and Forth

Today

I wipe my hands and sit back, watching as he tries to crawl away.

Good luck.

He gets further away from me, leaning forward; I grip his leg and drag him back, hearing his scream. Yeah, it's broken.

"Did you think we wouldn't know or find out?" I shouldn't be doing this, but he deserves to be hurt. Lucia deserves peace knowing every man is dead that ever touched her that night.

"It wasn't me!" He crawls away, and I grip him, pulling him back and hearing him screaming.

"There was a video, Ron; maybe I should show your wife?" His body stills.

"Kill me." Standing, I laugh.

"Kill you?" I feel like torturing you. "What would your wife say and think if she saw the video, Ron?" I kick him over. He's lost part of his ears and nose.

"Don't. She doesn't deserve it!"

He's right, she doesn't. Sighing, I lean down into his face. "Did Lucia deserve what you and those men did to her?"