Forty-One
In the back of the van Justice hunched her shoulders, eyes closed, shivering at the memory of Jackson’s hands around her neck. He’d displayed no hesitation in following his new master’s orders. Marcus had shown her how hollow her bravado was.
An explosion of movement in the back of the van tossed her against the back wall of the cab and Justice’s eyes shot open. Dim light coming in through the grille above her head revealed an incredible sight.
Jackson kneeled with his powerful hands wrapped around the neck of one freak, the other two pinned beneath his knees, pressure on their throats cutting off their air supply. He snapped the neck of the first freak and released one of the pinned ones. He repeated the process before the freak realised he could breathe again. He disposed of
