I finish my work fast, then take a break to deal with Scott Sanders, the bastard who thought touching Freya was acceptable. Heat thrums under my skin at the memory of her injuries. Of course I’ll handle it discreetly. Personally.
I find Scott and a couple of his friends are walking the road just like Miles said they would be. It didn't take much to grab him while his friends weren't looking. Knock him out cold, and strap him to a chair inside an abandoned cabin in the middle of nowhere near civilization.
I wear a mask as Scott comes to. His blue eyes pop wide ridiculously when he sees me. I am wearing a black suit, black gloves and a skull mask. He wants to scream, and does but the sock in his mouth muffles it. The veins strain around his neck as he keeps trying to cry for help.
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