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“No one was supposed to be there,” Jere”
“Ohhhhh,” Screw said He dropped Jere his aruys He didn’t think anyone was there He never planned to murder Viper and injure Jazz He just wanted to destroy our fucking property Well, this changes everything”
From the wall opposite Copper and Zach, Gumby snickered Screw shot him a wink He’d been floored when Copper invited his lover into the box Had Gumby been Jazz’s boyfriend and not his, Copper never would have allowed it He’d done it as a favor to Screw One which he was extrerateful for Not only because Gumby deserved this justice too, but his presence settled Screw
How in such a short time, he’d come to require not one but two people’s presence in his life, he’d never know, but he was done questioning it Done trying to return the gift life had given him
“She’s hurt?” Jeremy asked
Screw laughed as disbelief washed through him Was the fucker for real? “Seriously? You’re worried about her now? You stashed weapons at her house, you ratted out her friends at a CDMC party, and you blew up her fucking place of business Yesterday you told me you hoped her psycho stepbrother cut her to bits But you’re worried she got hur—oh, wait a ht bulb went off
“You really did want in her panties, didn’t you? I guess Gu I started to wonder if you’d been after irl after all That why you were always doing shit like shoveling her driveway?” He laughed again “Cute, Jeremy, really cute” He circled behind the chair they’d positioned the bastard in, bent down, and spoke at theis, asshole, you never stood a chance of getting with Jazz She doesn’t want a pathetic little boy She wants a ain, this ti him to face Gulasses Well, e’re done here, he and I are gonna take Jazz hoonna fuck each other Then the three of us? Well, we’re gonna live happily fucking ever after And you? Well, you’re gonna die, Jeremy”
Dropping Jere the arroan as his battered body jostled and banged against the chair’s metal frame
“There’s just one thing left to decide, Jer Hey, look at ain with a sharp open-palmed slap The wannabe’s head rolled across his shoulders, but he o out quick, or sloith a ton of fucking pain? Now, personally I’d like to be the one to decide, but I’ood onna get to later So I’ll let you pick Quick and painless—relatively speaking, or sloeet, torture?”
Jeremy mumbled, “Quick”
“Well that’s no fun for h Chances were, he was getting too uy It couldn’t be healthy, but that was the beauty of the box Down here, Screw and his club could exact revenge, rid the world of filth, and watch the evidence slide down the large drain in the center of the rooht, leaving the darkness where it belonged In a ten by ten rooround