One handcuff was still locked on me, the other end was open and dangling from my wrist, the chain stained with the fake cop’s blood. “Nothing a fucking body bag couldn’t fix.” The kind of provision that required bullets.

“Are you going to tell me what happened or you gonna tear the fucking house up some more?” I moved passed him on my way to the garage. I launched it across the room, where it skipped over the glass coffee table, cracking it down the center, punching a basketball-sized hole in the thin drywall as it came crashing to a halt.īear followed me into the house. “Fuck!” I roared, picking up one of the kitchen chairs. But the second I entered the house I didn’t have to search the rooms to know she was gone. A small part of me held out hope that somehow she had found a way to stay. I threw open the front door so hard, the screws from the top hinge shot out and clanked down onto the deck. I pushed past him, ignoring his question, running toward the house, taking the steps three at a time. She deserves better than that, better than this, better than to be fucking lied…” Bear stopped when he saw the mud and blood I was covered in. “Listen, motherfucker, I didn’t want it to come to blows, but the way you fucking handled that shit just ain’t fucking right. The dry grass crunched under his heavy steps. He marched toward me with hard, angry steps his forehead creased with lines, his fists clenched. When he saw me, he tossed his cigarette to the ground. Preppy’s voice was as clear to me in my head as if he stood beside me.īy the time I’d crawled out from the woods and made my way back to the house Bear was just getting off of his bike.

Time to show those cock suckers they fucked with the wrong kid from the wrong side of the motherfucking trailer park. I felt sorry for any motherfucker who had balls big enough to try and stand in my fucking way. It was like I’d pushed my nose into a bowl of blow and inhaled over and over until I felt like I was invincible.Īnd until I fixed the fucking mess I’d made, I wasn’t planning on coming down.

It had only been minutes since I’d killed a man.īut it had been a long time since I’d taken pleasure in it.Īdrenaline like I’d never known, in an amount great enough to wake a corpse, coursed through my veins. I could practically taste the revenge on my tongue, I was salivating in anticipation of the moment I would be able unstrap a belt from my arm and wrap it around the senator’s fucking neck for crossing me. But it wasn’t until I crawled out of the wreckage, picking shards of glass from my skin, that I realized how true that saying really was.

Tyrant tm frazier