Make You Beg
“We didn’t know Law was going to show up. We were supposed to drug her and then leave her there. I was on the way out when Law came storming in and killed Nicholas.”
Just then, we see Law coming back into view. The bag we packed slung over his shoulder. He’s got a murderous look in his blue eyes. I take a step back, pulling Rellik with me, knowing that Law is on a mission.
He drops the bag at his feet and reaches up over his head, ripping his T-shirt off, knocking his hat off in the process. “Derek, hold his hand up,” he says calmly, which does not go with his tight stance.
Derek walks over and grabs Steve’s hand. He holds it up above his head against the tree while Law digs into the bag, pulling out his Smith & Westin M&P evasion cleaver machete.
“What the fuck, man?” Steve starts yelling just as Law shoves his T-shirt into Steve’s mouth, silencing him. Then he stands and swings, the knife taking off Steve’s right hand at the wrist. He screams out behind the shirt stuffed in his mouth as blood sprays everywhere.
Derek takes a stumbling step back and starts gagging, dropping the severed hand.
Law cuts the rope around Steve’s neck that ties him to the tree and throws him to the ground on his back. His body trembles as he sobs into Law’s shirt. Law straddles him, rips the shirt out, and grips his face. Holding the knife to his cheek. “You. Raped. Her,” he says in an icy tone. “You left that part out.”
I exchange a look with Rellik, and then my eyes drop to the phone that sits on the ground in the pool of blood. I reach down and pick it up to see Law had been watching a video that Steve had sent to Nicholas a while back. The date proves that it was after Law played with Henley in the locker room. I push play, holding it to where Rellik can also see.
Henley lies on the floor in the chapel in front of a pew. Her eyes are dilated and her lids heavy. Her face is wet from tears, smearing her makeup. Steve walks over into view and drops to his knees. Gripping her ankles, he yanks her to him. He removes her shoes, then undoes her jeans and rips them down her legs along with her underwear. Spreading her legs, he unzips his jeans and pulls out his dick. He starts fingering her, and a strangled whimper comes from her mouth.
Once he finds out she’s not into it, he spits on his fingers and rubs them over her pussy before sliding into her. Her arms come up to his chest, and she tries to push him off. “Noooo,” she tells him. He grips them in one hand, shoving them above her head. “Stop,” she cries while his other is placed over her mouth, and he starts to fuck her.
It doesn’t take long, and he’s coming inside her. He pulls out, then dresses her back in her clothes along with her shoes. She’s already passed out. Then he gets up, grabs his cell, and leaves. I scroll down to read the text that was sent with it.
Steve: This is what Scout let me do to his girl at DV.
I drop the phone to the ground.
Law is picking up the severed hand that lies beside them. He holds it up to Steve’s face. “We’re each going to spit on your hand, and then I’m going to shove it so far up your ass, you’ll never be able to find it.” Law gives him an evil smile, fond of that plan. “So you’ll know what it feels like to be fucked without your consent. Then I’m going to bury you alive.” Steve continues to sob as Law looks up at Derek. “Give me your belt,” he orders, reaching out.
Derek just stands there with a pale face, his dark eyes on the hand. He looks like he’s actually going to puke any second.
“Derek!” Law snaps, and he jumps, quickly undoing his belt and handing it to Law, who then wraps it around Steve’s forearm and ties it off to control the bleeding. Steve whimpers at the act, his eyes rolling back into his head.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
RYAN SCOUT
I SIT IN my father’s office in downtown Westbrook, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the rain still fall in the middle of the night when he and the rest of the Founders enter. My father comes to stand before me with his hands on his waist. “You raped a woman?”
“No,” I snort. “It was consensual. I might have been a little rough …”
“Might?” He backhands me so hard, it knocks me into the side of the couch. “They found a dead body, Ryan! A dead body that I’m guessing you tried to get rid of. Will just got off the phone with the DA because they think Dax did it. Then I had to call Will and tell him it was my son who actually did it, not his!” He turns his back to me as I sit up. “That little bitch Henley that you fuck around with won’t stop shouting Dax raped and murdered a woman by the name of Brenda Nash—the woman they found.”