aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Fifty Nine

Luke's POV

"There's nobody else here," Calum tells me. "But what's that noise?" We were parked at the shopping center and searching for the rapist. I listen closely and I hear grunting, along with a car engine trying to start up. The only car here other than Calum's and mine, is a yellow Porsche and I guess it's not turning on. Calum jogs over to that alley that's been creeping all of us out and looks in it with the light of his phone. But nobody else is there.

I kept my vision on the Porsche. There is a blonde man inside it, his hair all matted most likely from sweat. Trying to start your car up in hot weather is really hard, it would make me sweat as well, just ...Not as much as that dude. His clothes are dirty and I can see how black and yellow his teeth are from how hard he is clenching his jaw. He looks awfully menacing.

Then it hit me.

"Calum get the f*ck over here!" I shout and start sprinting to the man in the Porsche he's trying to steal. Calum shows up beside me and we pull him out of the fancy car.

"What do you bastards want?" He growls.

"What did you do to her?!" I scream. Calum grabs a fistful of his shirt to keep him in place from running away.

"Who?" He lies. I swing my fist and hit his jaw, making him wince dramatically. "I d-didn't do anything t-to her," He says, another lie.

"Tell us!" Calum spits.

"Based on what you're doing to me, you already know," He mumbles, a sinister smile on his face.

"Tell us, God dammit!" I holler in annoyance.

"I f*cked your girl," He laughs. That's it. Calum looks at me, worried about what the hell I'm about to do. I clench my jaw taut and angrily, but Calum speaks up.

"We were told that you hurt her," Calum says. "What did you do?!"

"I didn't hurt her," He says. Like hell. "I only slapped her a few times and kicked her. You're telling me that hurts?"

"You tell me," I say, slapping him across the face and kicking him several times. He flinched each time, making Cal and I smirk widely at him and continue beating his ass.

"P-please. Stop," He stutters, spitting blood behind him. We're still alone in this parking lot so nobody else is watching us beat him.

"Why should we? You f*cking raped my wife and tried to steal a Porsche!" I shout.

"Rape? Steal a car?" A deep, husky voice shouts from behind me and Calum. A police man shoves through us and picks the rapist up by his ripped shirt collar, so that he's standing. He spits the Miranda rights to him and leads him to his car, driving off in the direction of the police station.

I shoot a small smile at Calum and we walk back to our cars just as an elegant lady walks out of the Ulta store. "My car!" She yelps, gasping at the blood on the yellow paint. I hop out of mine and run up to her.

"I'm sorry ma'am," I say. "Somebody tried to steal it but me and my friend beat his ass, sorry about the paint," I apologize. She sighs and shakes her head.

"It's alright," She breathes out, running a hand through her straight ginger hair.

"I'll pay for your next car wash?" I suggest, pulling a bunch of crumpled up 10 dollar bills out of my back pocket.

"No, I have enough money. Thanks for the offer though," She tries, but I thrust them into her hands. She slumps her shoulders but smiles sweetly at me. "Thank you."

"It's no problem," I shrug.

"I'm Heather Faulkner, by the way," She adds, shifting her bags to one of her forearms and holding her hand out. I take the offer and shake her hand.