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Chapter 48 (last Chapter)
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“You want to know what it was like the first time I Fuçked her?”
Asa shakes his head. “Not particularly. What I’d like is to not have to Fuçking kill you or your partner. What I’d like is for you to hand me Sloan so we can move on with our lives.”
“You were passed out in your bed upstairs,” I tell him. I press my cheek against Sloan’s, rubbing my face against her. I can feel her tears and my Fuçking heart is regretting every second of putting her through this, but I have no other choice.
“Sloan had just gotten out of the pool,” I say to him. “Her bra and P@ntiës were soaking wet. N?pplës were hard as Fuçking rocks. You know what she did, Asa?”
He doesn’t respond, so I continue.
“She walked right up to me, pressed those hard N?pplës against my chest, and then she called me out on my bullSh|t. Said she knew I was undercover. She threatened to tell you. So I did what any guy would do in that situation. I pulled her to the side of the house, shoved her against the wall, and kissed her to shut her up.” I force a smile. “She loved it, Asa. Mõ@ned so loud I was afraid she might wake you up. Then she wrapped her legs around me, letting me know how much she wanted it. I carried her to my car and she straddled my lap. She slid right over my d_1ck and Fuçked me in the backseat of my car while you slept upstairs. She Fuçked me, Asa. She didn’t Fuçk Carter. She Fuçked Luke. The cop. She Fuçked me, knowing I was there to bring you down.” I push Sloan forward a step, getting just a little bit closer to Asa, digging that knife in a little bit deeper. “How does that make you feel? Knowing it turned her on more to know that I was an undercover cop building a case against you than it did when she thought I was just another dealer like you?”
Asa’s nostrils are flaring. He’s staring at Sloan, hatred in his eyes. “Is that true, baby?” he says, his voice laced with fear for her answer. Sloan is right. She’s the only thing that can break him. “Did you know he was a cop when you Fuçked him?”
Sloan is staring at Asa, her fear forcing her chest to heave up and down. She nods. “It’s true, Asa,” she whispers. “And it was the best Fuçking 0rg@zm of my life.”
There’s a split second when I can actually see her words breaking his heart. Cracking his entire soul right down the middle. His eyebrows draw apart and he blows out a quick breath, refusing to believe the words she just spoke to him.
That split second is all it takes to aim my gun in his direction. I pull the trigger, hitting him in the arm that’s holding the gun.
The second the bullet makes contact, Ryan breaks free and grabs Asa’s gun, shooting him once in each leg and once in the other arm.
Sloan is wrapped around me, one of my arms is holding her tight while the other is aiming straight at Asa’s head. My finger is around the trigger and it’s taking everything in me not to shoot him. To end his Fuçking worthless life for good.
Ryan can see it on my face. “Don’t do it, Luke,” he says.
Asa falls to the floor and Ryan is on top of him, cuffing his arms behind his back. “Where’s Tillie?” Ryan demands.
Asa makes eye contact with him. He has four bullet wounds in his body-none of them necessarily life-threatening-but he has a solemn look on his face, like he can’t even feel the physical pain.
“Fuçk if I know,” he says.
Ryan reaches back and smashes the barrel of his gun across Asa’s face. Blood splatters on the wall. He grabs Asa’s phone out of his pocket and says, “You’re going to call them off! Right now! You’re going to free Tillie and my sister, you piece of Fuçking Sh|t!”
Asa is staring up at him, laughing. “Your sister was a lucky guess,” he says. “Found her online. Looked up her address. I don’t even have people at her house, you gullible piece of Sh|t.”
Ryan stares at him long and hard. He pulls his phone out and dials a number.
“Are you okay?”
He pauses. Then, “Tillie, are you Fuçking okay? This isn’t a joke! Where are you?”
Ryan closes his eyes and then in a split second, his gun smashes against Asa’s head again. “You pathetic Fuçk!”
He hangs up the phone and calls his sister. “Hey,” he says. “I’m sending police to your house. Don’t freak out, I just need to make sure you’re okay.”
When he hangs up the phone, he looks at me. He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Luke,” he says. “There was no way I knew if he was lying or not. I couldn’t take any chances.”
“I would have done the same thing.”
Ryan makes sure Asa’s cuffs are secured to the mantle and then walks toward the door. “I’ll call the station and have this sorry Fuçker picked up. I’ll be downstairs. Keep your gun on him until they come get him.”
….
As soon as the door is shut, I pull Sloan to me, squeezing her. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I did that. I’m sorry I put a gun to your head and said those things.”
She lifts up on her toes and kisses me. “You saved my life, Luke. Don’t apologize, I knew what you were doing.”
“Get the Fuçk off her,” Asa grumbles.
We both glance over at him. He’s handcuffed to the mantle, his jeans covering in the blood that’s coming from his legs. But he still doesn’t seem to care that he’s been shot four times. He’s staring at Sloan, rage in his eyes.
All I can think about is Sloan and how relieved I am that this Fuçker is definitely going to prison now.
She’ll feel safer, at least.
But she still won’t feel vindicated.
***
ASA POV
Stupid ÇOçk-Fuçk. His hands are on her, his lips in her hair. My stomach feels like someone went after it from the inside with a Fuçking machete. Every time he touches her, I can taste vomit.
“Get your hands off her,” I whisper.
Sloan’s eyes meet mine and she slides in front of Luke, presses her back to his chest. She pulls his arms around her waist. “I don’t want his hands off me,” she whispers. “He makes me feel things, Asa. Things you never could.”
She lifts her shirt and slips one of his hands inside it.
What the Fuçk is she doing?
My breathing is getting real Fuçking hard to control right now. I’ve never h@tëd something this much. If it took me going to church just so I could believe in a hell Luke would rot in, I’d never miss a Fuçking service.
Luke’s eyes are locked with mine as he lowers his mouth to her neck. I can see his hand moving inside her shirt, straight up to her Brë@št. He squeezes her Brë@št and I Fuçking gag.
“Sloan,” I say, my voice desperate. “Baby, stop. Stop letting him touch you like that, you don’t like it.”
I’m yanking my wrists so hard, attempting to break this Fuçking mantle, they start to bleed from the cuffs cutting into my skin.
She leans her head back until it’s resting on Luke’s shoulder, but she’s still staring down at me. “Remember the first time we had sëx, Asa? The night you took my virginity?”
I shake my head, wanting her to shut up. That was special. Luke doesn’t need to hear about that from her, it’s mine. That night is mine to share. Good girls don’t talk like she’s talking right now.
His other hand presses flat against her stomach and begins slowly sliding down. She Mõ@ns right in front of me.
Fuçking sick Fuçk.
“I told you I wasn’t ready,” she says to me. “But when I woke up, you were on top of me.”
I shake my head. “Stop, Sloan. Don’t talk like this to me, baby. You don’t mean it.”
“Every time I think about that night, I throw up bile,” she whispers. “It Fuçking burns my throat every time I think about how you took something so special from me and treated it like it was yours to do with as you pleased.”
My eyes watch Luke’s hand as it disappears inside Sloan’s P@ntiës.
I feel stuff on my face. Wet Sh|t. Tears. I’m gonna Fuçking kill him so slowly until he begs me to take his life.
“The day I found out you lied about Stephen’s care?” she says, Mõ@ning in between sentences. “I was so scared of you, I let you have sëx with me that night. And I cried the entire time because it was the last place I wanted to be. You were the last person in the world I wanted touching me.”
She begins to stiffen beneath Luke’s hand.
Her arm goes up behind her and she snakes it around his neck. “I h@të you, Asa. I h@të you so Fuçking much.”
She spins around and leans against the couch, pulling Luke to her. She lets him kiss her while his hand is still inside of her.
I can’t Fuçking watch.
I turn my head.
“Open your eyes, Asa,” Luke says.
“Fuçk you.”
I hear him march across the floor and then I feel him grab my hair. He bashes my head into the mantle behind me and holds it there until I look up at him.
“You’ll Fuçking watch or I’ll staple your goddamn eyes open,” he says.
He walks back over to Sloan and pulls her P@ntiës down to her ankles. She kicks them off.
I would turn away, but I still don’t believe she’ll do it. There’s no Fuçking way she would do this to me. She doesn’t have it in her.
Luke lifts her shirt until her Brë@št is exposed, then he covers it with his mouth.
Oh, God
She won’t do it.
She won’t let him inside her.
She would never do that to me.
Sloan grabs his hair with both hands and says, “Fuçk me, Luke. Fuçk what’s yours now.”
….
I can’t breathe.
She reaches in his pants.
Puts him inside of her.
God. No.
“Luke,” she breathes.
No.
Baby, no.
My chest hurts.
Fuçk.
Fuçk.
No.
“God, Luke. Yes. Yes.”
No, no, no.
I’m dragging in breaths, trying to find enough to beg her to stop, but I can’t Fuçking speak.
I bash my head against the mantle behind me.
Once.
Make her stop.
Twice.
Make him stop.
“Oh, God,” she says. Her eyes meet mine. “I didn’t know it could feel this good.”
Three times.
Four times.
The physical pain doesn’t even come close to what she’s doing to me.
She wraps her arms around his neck. “I love you, Luke,” she lies to him.
Her teeth meet his shoulder when he says, “I love you too, baby.”
I bash my head again for the fifth time.
Sixth time.
She says, “I’ll love you forever, Luke. Only you.”
And then she Fuçking rips my heart out of my chest. She throws her head back and Mõ@ns. Her whole body shakes like I’ve never seen it.
I want to die.
I hear him groaning. Groaning against her neck, buried inside of her, not even using a Fuçking condom. He’s tainting her. Ruining her.
I want to Fuçking die.
I close my eyes so I don’t have to see the aftermath. “Kill me,” I whisper. “Just Fuçking kill me.”
I hear sirens.
Fuçking goddamit! The last thing I want to do is live with these visions in a Fuçking prison.
I open my eyes and they’re finished. Sloan is pulling her P@ntiës back on. “Fuçking whore,” I say to her. “You Fuçking whore, just kill me.”
Sloan presses her lips to Luke one more time, and then she stands up straight, walking toward me. She bends down in front of me. I would reach out and strangle her, but I’m fairly certain I’ve lost too much blood to even lift my arms now.
“No one is going to kill you, Asa. For the rest of your life, every time you close your eyes in that prison cell, I want you to see me. With Luke. Being Fuçked by Luke. Marrying Luke. Having Luke’s babies.”
She leans in closer until I can smell the sëx on her. She’s whispering when she looks me dead in the eyes and says, “And every year on April 20th, my beautiful family will be celebrating your birthday with a big, huge, delicious coconut cake, you sorry Fuçking bastard.”
She stands up and grabs Luke’s hand. He wraps his arm around her and holds her while the door swings open.
Guns are drawn.
Pointed at me.
But all I see is Sloan.
The whore is Fuçking smiling, and it’s all I see.
***
The end.
For real this time.
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