Step Brother 2: Jealousy (Completed)

Twenty Eight

"The pain you feel today, will be strength you feel tomorrow."

Warning ⚠️ this chapter will contain violence, so views discretion is advised!

I get to the basement, but the sight I see before my eyes makes me vomit, my body begins to tremble, I squeeze my eyes shut as hard as I can, trying hard to erase the sight in front of me.

He's lifeless. His skin white, bright red blood surrounds him that matches the red blood saturating his clothes.

I open my eyes again, but they tightly close almost instantly.
I have never seen him so vulnerable, so hurt.
I ask myself what do I do?
What can I possibly do for him?

I get a burst of strength, that brings me to open my eyes and look at him.
I slowly approach his lifeless body, when I do I place my hand gently on his cheek.
He's cold, so cold.
He doesn't move an inch.

Fear consumes me, as I bring my fingers down to his neck to check for a pulse.
I'm hoping for a miracle.

He has a pulse, but it's weak, very weak.
He may not make it, he won't if I don't get him to a hospital.
But how?
I can barely stand, nevermind carry him.
Then I remember, my phone in my house coat.

I dial 911, and wait to be speak to an operator.

"Well well well, look what the cats dragged in, the biggest slut in town."
I turn fast, causing shooting pains in my lower abdomen.

It's one of Logan's business partners.
How stupid am I, to think that I thought they working legitimately together, but no, he was on the illegal side I didn't know about until months back.

He laughs in my face, like he can read my mind. Like he's mocking me for not having any notion as to what my husband had really been doing for 10 years, while I lived in a fairy-tale world of thinking my life was perfect, that he was perfect.

I can't find words for him, but all I can think of is how I know he did this to Rome.
So instead of speaking, I use my actions to tell him just what I think of him, I spit into his face. He's caught off guard. Only for a moment, until he grabs me aggressively by the hair.

"You know he begged me not to hurt you. How pathetic."
He said whispering into my ear.
"Unfortunately it's a promise I cannot keep. First, I'm going to see what the hype of being inside you is all about, then I'm going to torture you, very slowly, until you die because you can't take anymore. Then I may, or may not, rape you when you're dead, depending on how good that little pussy is."
Boil forms in my throat, burning as it rises.
"Then, I'm going to kill him, in the most gruesome way as possible, I'm going to slowly chop him up, piece by piece, starting with his fingertips."
Anger builds up.
I can't let him hurt Rome, or me, because we need to get Loreto back, we need to get him to safety.

I managed to turn and release myself from his grip. He seems shocked, but he seems amused as the same time, that's when I take my chance, and pull the gun out of my bra.

"You're not going to kill me."
He states crossing his arms.
I look him dead in the eye.
"Wanna bet?"
I say raising my eyebrow.
I'm not a killer, but I will kill for the ones I love.
"I know where your son is."
He says like he's won.
"You won't tell me either way."
He chuckles, and I pull the trigger watching his brains splatter against the wall.
It doesn't feel good knowing I killed a person, but it was him, or us, and I choose us.