Warning! Contains adult language and situations, graphic violence and sensitive material

Revenge

I never should have left the two of them alone. That motherfucker!

“Babe, who did this?” I asked, holding her broken body in my arms as she bled from her head and from between her thighs.

“Tony...” she managed to breathe. “It was Tony.”

That was all she managed to get out before her head rolled to the side and she lay there lifeless in my embrace.

I cried. Grown men don’t cry, but I did that day.

“You mother fucking bastard!” I screamed into the dead stillness of her dying place. “You are DEAD! You are so fucking dead!”

Calling the cops or 911 was the last thing on my mind. I wasn’t rational. My blood pounded in my temples and the red haze of rage filled all of my vision. That bastard! My surroundings melted into a blur as I slammed the front door open and strode to the mustang parked in front of the house. The scream of burning rubber on blacktop filled the silent night as I brake-torqued it away from the curb. That motherfucker was going to pay.

Antonio’s was hopping like it usually is on a Friday night. That’s where I would find the asshole, there with one of his bitches more than likely. He was always there on weekend nights.

I didn’t bother parking the ‘stang as I pulled up in the lot. I slammed it in park and jumped out the door, crowbar in hand. Tony came out the door as I approached it, a pair of whores with him.

“Hey asshole! I got his attention.

“Homey, sup.” he started to rap as I stalked up to him, his hands turned inward, bling finger out. He never finished.

Tony fell straight to the ground as my crowbar found a home upside his temple. His whores instantly started into their bitch rap and one tried to kick me with a stiletto heel. I knocked her foot away and jumped on Tony, pinning him to the pavement.

“You...mother...fucking...bastard!” I snarled, pounding my fist into his face with each word. I heard the sound of nose cartilage snapping as blood poured out over the asshole’s face. Rage boiled inside. All I could think about was Cindy, how I had found her there, battered and bruised. I brought my hand up a final time and brought my open palm down on his nose as hard as I could. The cartilage gave way that time with a ‘crack’ as Tony’s sinuses were pushed up into his brain.

“Stop!” I heard someone yell. “You’ll kill him!”

I already had. I climbed off his lump of a carcass and gave him one final kick to the head before jumping back into the ‘stang. I would see the big house for sure this time. That is, if they could find me. I hear Mexico is nice in the springtime.