“Gnarly,” Pyro exclaims with a smile as he walks back into the front of the house. Greg joins us at about that time, scrunching his nose at the sight.
“That has to hurt,” he says.
“You fucking think so?” Uncle Andrew screams at him, his face red and spit flying from his mouth.
“House is clear,” Greg says, ignoring the asshole at my feet.
“Good,” I answer them, squatting down again and lifting my uncle by the back of his head. He’s got sweat streaming down his face, mixing with the blood that’s pooled in his beard. I punch him right across his cheekbone, and his eyes roll back in his head. His body is limp as he struggles to focus on me.
“Pick him up,” I tell them, and they each grab an arm, lifting him back to his feet as he cries out again with the pain. The moment they have him upright, I swing again, the pain of the hit to his ribs radiating through my forearm. I don’t even care. The pain anchors me, makes me remember why I’m doing this, what Zo? must’ve gone through that night.
“Done yet?” I ask him.
He spits at my feet again and looks up at me, his face bloody and quickly turning black and blue. I knee him in the balls again, and he doubles over, vomit spewing from his mouth. I scurry back as both boys drop him at the same time.
I can’t help but laugh as he face-plants in it, both of his arms useless to hold him up. I shove him a bit with the toe of my boots, scooting him out of the worst of it. It smells fucking awful in here now.
“Enough!” he shouts, coughing and choking on the vomit and blood. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m fucking sorry.” He’s starting to cry now, blubbering with snot running down his nose and looking exactly like the sack of worthless shit he is.
“If I could kill you, I would,” I tell him. “I would string you up in a basement somewhere and torture you for days on end before I ended your shitty little life. But this will have to do. Just know, I have people watching you, Andrew,” I threaten “I will be watching every little fucking step you make for the rest of your life, and if I see you so much as look at a woman in the wrong way, I will fucking end you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Jesus fucking Christ, I understand,” he says, trying to curl up on himself.
“And if you breathe a word of what happened here, it’s going to get really ugly. The shit I have on you,” I say, laughing as his eyes widen. “Who knew that your entire fortune would be built on a lie? The sheer amount of money laundering you’ve done is astounding.”
Thank God for Owen’s connections and Greg’s skills with a computer, or we never would’ve been able to find the shit on him that we did.
“There’s enough there to put you away for life.” I smile down at him. “And who knows? Maybe we’ll let it leak anyway. What do you think, boys?” I ask, looking up at Greg and Pyro as they stare down at him.
“You never know,” Greg says, giving Andrew a little shove. “There may be an accidental leak in my own system, letting all that shit out into the open.” He shrugs, and Andrew’s face turns green.
“I’ll be good, I promise,” he says, his voice taking a pleading tone. “Please, just leave me alone. I promise I won’t fuck around anymore. I’m sorry for what I did.”
“Good boy,” Pyro coos as he leans down and pats his head. “Now let’s get out of here. It smells fucking awful.”
As we leave, I send a text to Owen, letting him know that’s it done, and he can make sure it stays between us and Andrew. Once it sends, I call Zo?. Wiping the blood off my face, I walk over to the car with the guys, and we all pile in. She picks up on the first ring, and hearing her voice instantly calms my temper.
“Safe?” she asks.
“Safe,” I tell her, and she releases a breath.
“I was thinking Bali next.”
I smile as I start the car.
“Bali it is.”
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Readers, I was extremely nervous to let the characters do what they wanted in this one. I’ve never written a friends to lovers trope, and I was worried it would be too sweet for my normal audience, so I hope all the smut made up for it. Especially that cum spitting scene…am I right? Woof.
Thanks again to all of my friends who are always willing to alpha and beta read for me. The comments you guys leave crack me up and keep me going. Thank you to all of you who are constantly listening to me doubt myself, I know that shit has to be tiring. I’m trying to get better about it.