Chapter 389 KESTER.
Nine hours. That's all I got. And I had to use it wisely.
Two hours flying back hand heading for my bunker.
One hour for Kex.
Forty-five minutes tops for Nagel.
Thirty-five for the piece of shit who took the video. The one who thought recording my mate's pain was good entertainment.
Twenty-five for the son of a bitch who was the standby audience. Yeah. The one who stood by and watched, probably with a grin and a hard-on, while my mate was almost defiled. Maybe he got off on it. And now I'll make him see every inch of hell.
Forty minutes to head back home, take a shower, and pack up everything Mine will need when she wakes up. Her favorite hoodie, her sleepy socks, the snacks she likes to eat when she's too stubborn to admit she's hungry. Every fucking thing she loves. I'm putting it in her hospital room.
Then two hours to get my bloody, smoke-drenched ass back to the hospital, clean-shaven and standing right by her bed, to be there when she opens her eyes. Because she won't open them to just anyone. It has to be me.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt will be me.
The doctor said she'll be out for nine hours. That's enough tforto serve death on ice and lick the spoon. I should be back in less than eight hours.
Had to get a whole crew for this. Didn't think Judgment Day would cwith scheduling and logistics, but hell, here we are.
After this one last show, then I could finally start therapy. Didn't want to start before bringing my judgment down on these motherfuckers.
I couldn't risk having a boring session, in a boring office, probably with a bald-headed man and sfunny glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, he'd tellall the wrong ways - letting go and healing - to make things - Kex and Nagel - right.
I'd rather castrate myself with a plastic spoon than forgive these sons of bitches.
Therapy my fine fucking ass.
The bastard might even go as far as tellingthat all this pain is a lesson, and that I'm supposed to grow from it.
where Funny.
I'll slice my own fucking balls off and mail them to his office in a fucking gift box if I ever let myself make such a mistake of letting therapy talkout of such swift judgment that was meant to befall deserving enemies.
This isn't healing.
This is war.
And tonight, I get to play god.
You don't fix what's broken with peace and forgiveness. You burn what broke you. You piss on the ashes. You remind the world not to fuck with what's yours.
That's how it's done.
And even though I know this right here is the only cure I believe in, I still took that bold step... Fees paid in full for six months, starting the moment Mine is able to fly back home.
1/2 Chapter 389 I'll do it for her. This therapy is what shed want. But I'm only giving it six months. That's it.
"You shouldn't have come," I muttered to Norlan as I killed the engine.
"I wouldn't miss this for the world," he scoffed, 'Gutting down the men who hurt our Luna? Fuck, I'm in? Our Luna.
Goddamn.
Did something just twist inside my gut? I hated the way that sounded, because it sounded too fucking good.
There was a strange awkwardness between us. And it all began to build e its nest between us since last night. It was almost as if there was something we both knew that we weren't saying to each other.
We got out of the car. I was halfway through my stride when I stopped.
Norlan stopped too.
"What's wrong?" he asked, glancing at me, but I didn't respond immediately.
I just stared at him silently for a moment longer than I usually would, and he held my gaze.
'June escaped, Norlan,' I announced, and his brows pinched slightly.
'Fuck. She did?" That was it. That was all he fucking said. No rage or disbelief. Just... that.
His expression was somewhere between feigned confusion and relief.
I let the silence pick up a stool and sit its fat ass between us for a while e before I spoke again. "Yes. She. Did." I counted my words.
Lang "A bird at hand, Kester. Tis of the essence." He sighed and shrugged as he just dropped a line from an old man's bedtstory. Chapter Comments