Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Zachary ~40~

[Warning: Mentions of Abuse and rape.]

We walked into her apartment, looking over the charred ruins. Atticus was fuming. We all were.

Seeing the sad look in her eyes when she saw the damage made me want to scoop her up and hold her tightly. The look she held in her eyes when I told her Atticus was part of a gang. But what shocked me the most was that the look in her eyes didn't scream hate or disgust.. not even resentment.

I watched Atticus closely, seeing his fingers twitching at his sides indicated he was quite close to grabbing his gun and searching for a problem.

Our Intel was never wrong. But for once, I hoped it would be.

Hearing Brooklyn tell us what that bastard did to her was enough for us to be very close to finding him and castrating him.

The image of him on the floor, crying and screaming in pain with his dick in his mouth made me smile.

"Well, well, well." A voice came from the doorway, Atticus already with his gun pointed at the person. I turn around and see Joshua, my blood boiling.

We had dug up everything about him, his parents, his childhood neighborhood, even his childhood dog.

He had three men behind him, I recognized the tattoo on their necks, making my jaw clench.

Callan and I weren't a part of Atticus's gang, but we won't hesitate to help him out if he's in trouble, and we sure as hell won't hesitate to get our hands messy when it comes to Brooklyn.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Callan seethed, taking out his own gun. Joshua grinned and walked further into the apartment, running his finger over the ash on the countertop.

"You're that little bitch's boyfriend, huh?" Joshua asked Callan, smirking at him. "She's decent at first but then she gets better once you hit her, it feels so good that you won't stop."

"Go on, keep talking. You're only fueling the fire." Atticus said lowly, his gun still pointed at Joshua, not a tremble in his grasp.

"And who are you two?" He asked curiously, blinking at Atticus and me. I clenched my jaw, trying to be the calm one out of everyone.

"Her fucking boyfriends." Atticus growled, stepping forward. Joshua's men stepped forward also, shielding the bastard.

"Fucking coward." Callan hissed, Joshua grinned from behind his bodyguards. Atticus kept his gun raised high and proud. Not faltering for a second.

I was the only one with no gun, I didn't want one nor a license for one in fear of losing my job.

"Her boyfriends? Yeah right. So you're all fine with her cheating on you and fucking you?" Joshua scoffed, shaking his head. I clenched my fist, my teeth hurting from clenching them so hard.

"What? Jealous you can't?" Callan bit back, his gun clenched tightly in his hand. Atticus was so close to snapping that it made me worry. He stared at Joshua with nothing but hatred and murder. If we were to kill the bastard, our baby girl would never forgive us. No matter how broken she was because of him.

Brooklyn. I still can't get over the way she looked at me... she looked so betrayed, yet there were no hints of her hating us. Either she hides her emotions a little too well, or it didn't register to her properly.

"She's nothing special. You'll soon realize that. All she is is a tight hole to fuck. Shit, I bet she's not even tight anymore." He grins, sounding proud of himself. Who gives a fuck if Brooklyn gets mad at us, I'm gonna fucking kill him. "Not to mention she loved my dick."