Watching Rory

Anonymous

Today I went to My Little Sluts new apartment. The surveillance system had to get installed, and I was eager to see what Rory hid in the cabinet.

It could have been anything, jewelry, keys, makeup, etc., but it isn't.

There lay a folded-up piece of paper in the cabinet that I have seen a dozen times since I printed off my computer.

On the drive back to My Little Sluts house, I contemplated why she would keep that picture, let alone hide it in her kitchen cabinet of all places when notifications on my phone start to go haywire.

I'm highly suspicious that it's WB again. He's Becoming an issue that I would love nothing more than to eradicate.

A few miles down the road and my damn phone is going off again, but this time it's an emergency alarm I have attached to Rory's house.

"Alexa, read my notifications," I bark.

"Jace, you have twelve missed notifications, four missed calls from WB, two voicemails, and six alarms from MY LITTLE SLUTS surveillance system," the animated female voice responds.

What. The. Fuck.

My foot slams on the gas.

What are the chances of WB calling me seconds before Rory's alarms went off?

"Alex, play voicemail," I say, trying to weave out traffic.

"Get out of my way. You slow ass fucking cock suckers."

"Playing voicemails," Alexa interrupts my tirade.

Infuriated when WB's voice plays through my car's speaker

"Answer the phone, you sorry piece of shit," he starts.

"I paid you a month ago. Why is my cunt of a wife still alive?"

"I'm going to take care of it myself, then I'm going to find out who you are, and when I do, you'll be next," Eric says before ending the message.

"End of messages," Alexa informs me.

That mother fucker is dumber than I thought if he thinks he can harm My Little Slut. She's mine, and I'll break each of his fingers before shoving them down his throat if he's touched a single hair on her head.

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From the LCD screen on my dash, I watch My Little Slut wedge herself into a corner cabinet as Eric steps through a broken window.

He finds her within seconds, though.

The wife-beating piece of shit yanks Rory by her auburn hair and drags her petrified body out of the cabinet toward the center of the kitchen. He strips Rory down to the nude, then, with plastic zip-ties from the garage, he restrains her wrists and ankles to a wooden dining room chair.

My truck flies into Rory's driveway with the headlights off. I shift it into park and quietly exit, leaving the door open to avoid attracting attention.

Since they're on the other side of the house, I'm sneaking in through the front door.

While Eric still has Rory bound, he is pacing the length of the kitchen island, dragging the tip of a butcher knife over the marble countertop.

Welts are forming around her ankles, and there's blood dripping down the dip of her breasts.

My Little Slut lets out a breath of relief when her eyes catch my masked figure standing in the hall out of Eric's view.

Shushing her with a finger, I raise my Glock and shoot two rounds at Eric's feet.

His pussy ass tries to escape, but I shoot another round, hitting him in the upper thigh, and he drops to the ground like a box of rocks.

In a few steps, I'm hovering over him.

With the tip of my steel-toe boot, I push down on the wound and say, "you need to get the fuck out of here before the cops show up."

The police aren't showing up, I've intercepted them, but Eric doesn't need to know that.

He's terrified of going back to jail.

"I paid you to take care of this bitch. I wouldn't be here if you did the fucking job," Eric whimpers.

"I don't take kindly to being told how to do my job," I say, pressing my boot harder into his thigh.

"Or being threatened."

Upon removing my foot, I kick him hard in the ribs, and he rolls on his side.

Eric uses his hands to push himself up off the floor. Once standing, he stumbles to the front door, leaving a trail of blood drops in his wake.

It would be easy for me to shoot him in the back of the head, but I'm not ready to kill him yet. My Little Slut deserves a chance at getting revenge against her abuser.

🖤 Who should be the one to kill Eric?