Blackmailed by Her Bully

Logan had pierced the other leg. He leaned in close. “The report I read said about the classroom, Sheriff.” He waited, letting the words sink in.

Within a few minutes he’d already caught the sheriff in a lie. He looked over toward Hunter. The other man wasn’t saying a word. There was no reason to.

“Yes, yes, of course. I’m sorry. It was twelve years ago. You know how the mind plays tricks and well, forgets.”

“Really?” Logan said.

“Yes. It’s a long time. A lifetime.” The sheriff laughed.

Logan was laughing. He wasn’t even faintly amused.

Staring at the man in front of him, he was disgusted, sickened, and wanted nothing more than to hurt him. He kept on watching him, feeling the minutes tick by. Ava was waiting for him back at the bar, but he didn’t need to be in any kind of rush.

This was a long time coming. He couldn’t believe he’d left the town without even dealing with this little problem.

The sheriff was a monster and needed to be dealt with.

“So you’re telling me, the first serious case, a rape one, in the entire history of your residency as sheriff, and you can’t remember the finer details. This was a big case for you.” Now looking back, Logan stared at him.

He’d been so caught up in his own bullshit and the lies surrounding him, he’d not cared about what happened back at the town. Why would he care about a town he wasn’t going back to unless it was to take out his revenge on Ava?

“What did you do?” he asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Logan got up, kicking the chair out of his way and wrapped his fingers around the man’s throat. “I’m getting tired of all these games. I know, Sheriff.” He spat the words in the man’s face. “I know about Luke. Now tell me to my face what the fuck happened or the next thing to cut off will be your precious dick.” He brought the knife toward his dick, ready to slice it off with the single flick of the wrist. He’d gladly do it.

“Fine! Fine! They paid me. Luke’s parents, they knew he was a problem and he was always getting into trouble. They wanted me to look out for him, and the moment Ava Marshall came in and told me what happened, I called them. I needed to know what they wanted me to do.”

“It’s all true?” Logan asked. He held onto the knife even tighter.

“Yes. They told me that Luke couldn’t go down for it, and I had to pick a name.”

“And you picked me?”

“No, I didn’t pick you. I couldn’t pick you. I didn’t pick anyone.” The sheriff was crying now.

He had the knife pressed hard to his crotch, and he wanted to slice the dick right off.

“Who picked me then? Did you put all of our names in a hat?”

“Luke picked you. He told me you’d take the fall. His parents agreed and set it up.”

“What did you get out of it?”

“They knew what I liked. They set it up so I could have them any time I wanted.”

“Them?”

“Boys. All of them. Whenever I wanted.”

He stared at the man who’d arrested him, who had made him feel worthless.

“Ava never mentioned me?”

“Only as Luke’s best friend. She said you had nothing to do with it. I tried to get her to change her story. She was determined to name Luke.”

“So in place of all the Lukes you put my name and changed it. Settled for me pleading guilty.”

“You used Luke’s parents’ lawyer if you remember. Your family’s lawyer didn’t have the practice or knowledge in criminal law.”

He’d handed over his name and future to the bastard who did this to him.

“With the right contacts and money, they could do whatever they wanted, and they did. You were just caught in the crossfire, Logan.” The sheriff cried out. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Did you laugh at her?”

“What?”

“When Ava came to tell you the truth, did you laugh at her?”

“Yes. Of course. Luke could have anyone. Why would he want to be with her? It was stupid. She should have been grateful anyone wanted to look her way.”

He shoved the blade into the man’s dick. Without reason why, he started to hack at the man’s cock, slashing him.

Blood soaked through the fabric, coating the chair, spilling down onto the floor. There was nothing left of his dick, and once he was done, his thirst for blood wasn’t over.

His screams flowed out like sweet music, and he loved it, relished it.

All this time, he’d been living a lie. Helping the bastard who had brought him to this life and letting him live for free. Even paying the bastard for raping his woman.

Ava.

He stopped.

The sheriff wasn’t dead yet.

“Logan, you okay?” Hunter asked.

He’d put Ava in harm’s away. It was so fucking clear now. Her fear. Luke had gone to her room back at Crow Valley, had hurt her, and he’d done nothing.