"That's the Adder’s sign. Have you done something to piss the Adder off?"
I seal my lips shut, no point airing my fucking pain, but I nod sharply. Knowing it's a hit only changes things a little. It solidifies the plan to deal with the cunt.
And it means I'm never getting the fuck out of the Bay.
I start shoveling the dirt back into the hole, thinking through every little step I'll have to go through to take the Adder the fuck out. It's not going to be easy. Chances are it's not going to be something I could even fucking do, but I'm fucking smart and better than that, I'm stubborn.
I'll bathe in the cunt’s blood for what he did.
The kid watches me, his eyes too big for his gaunt little face. I'm sure I look fucking homicidal, the shovel light in my hands as I stomp on the grave of my attackers, patting the dirt down and swishing the leaves around until it looks undisturbed. The pigs here don't give a fuck but I'd rather be careful.
It would greatly impede my revenge if I'm sitting in juvie for a few months before I turn eighteen.
"You can't kill a member of the Twelve, Johnny. The others will come after you."
I flinch before I can stop myself, and I hope the kid doesn't notice. I can't stand people using my name, not without hearing my mom in my head every time someone says it. Everyone at the group home is addressed by their surname. So it's been a while since I had to deal with it. Fuck.
So I lie.
"My friends call me Illi."
Too bad he was never my fucking friend.
The Jackal sends his regards.
The Jackal sends his regards.
The Jackal sends his mother fucking regards, I will choke that fucking cunt out while I bathe in his goddamn blood.
I stare down at the dead body in my kitchen. Three bullet holes, all of them in his chest. I move towards the guy in my living room. Headshot, half his face is missing so it was a close range.
Great job, baby girl.
Her easel is knocked over, there’s blood on the couch, and vomit on the floor. The vomit nearly fucking kills me because my girl has only done that when she’s fucking terrified. I am going to gut that motherfucker slowly, pull his insides the fuck out and make him fucking swallow them.
I grab my phone and hit dial on his number, my hands fucking shaking with the need to find him and fucking destroy him.
Ringing.
Ringing.
Click.
Nothing.
"I know you're there, motherfucker. I can hear you breathing."
He laughs down the phone at me and it takes everything I have in me not to throw the fucking thing at the wall.
"I guess I just wanted to see what it was the infamous and bloody Butcher had to say to me so urgently."
I speak through my clenched teeth. "Where the fuck is she, you spineless piece of shit?"
He's silent for a second and I stop breathing to listen to anything that might give me a fucking clue about where the hell he is, where the hell he's taken my girl, but there's fucking nothing.
"I told you to get a side project, not lose your fucking balls to some used up pussy. I'll get her out of the way, take a day or two to get your head together, and then we can meet up for drinks at the Dive. You just needed a little reminder of who you are, Johnny-boy."
If this fucking poser slum lord calls me that again... the death I'm going to give him...
Rage.
Pain.
Blood.
There's nothing else I can think about or process except the death I'm going to give him. Fuck, I'm going to make the Devil look like a fucking amateur. They will tell fucking fables about what I do to this fucking cunt.
"Listen to me, D'Ardo, and listen good. We're done. There's not going to be drinks or meet ups. No more going out hunting together, no calling me when shit goes south. You've burned this bridge and I'm not a viable option for you anymore but what's worse... if Odie has been harmed in any way, she get's a fucking splinter or a fucking broken nail between when you took her and when I get her back... you remember what I did to the Barracuda right? Fuck me, you'll be praying for that death by the time I'm through with you."
He scoffs down the phone. "Fuck man, you've gone soft.