Payback O'clock
1058 Words
He remembers. He remembers everything.
In one swift motion, I slipped a pin from my shirt and tried to stab him in his vital area.
But I wasn’t fast enough, he caught my wrist mid-air, his grip was firm and a low chuckle escaped him.
“After the stunt you pulled that day,” he murmured, “I let you go free.”
His grip tightened slightly. “And now… you’re trying again?”
“I’m not here to test you.” I shot back sharply, refusing to let my fear show.
“Oh?” he said, amused. “I heard you married that lame boy from the Winston family.”
My expression dropped for a split second. How did he know that?
“And now you’re being bullied by them,” he continued softly.
I froze.
How does he know?
As if he was reading my thoughts, he leaned closer and whispered,
“I have eyes and ears everywhere.”
His tone changed and he sounded cold.
“Are you here to help that cripple vent his anger?”
Anger rose in my chest. Why does everyone look down on Jace Winston?
I tried to turn, to see his face at least just once, to understand the arrogance behind that voice.
But his hand shot up, gripping my neck and holding me in place.
My other hand was still trapped in his.
“Do you really feel sorry for that vegetable?” he asked.
“He has a name,” I said through clenched teeth. “His name is Jace Winston.”
“A piece of trash who can’t even stand,” he replied flatly. “He is not worthy of a name.”
Rage burned through me, but I couldn’t move.
“Since we’re already here…” he paused, his voice changing into something darker,
“I might as well take you to have some fun.”
His grip on my neck loosened
"Follow me." he said calmly.
I had no other option, I looked below there was no escape route as his bodyguards stood there watching and waiting for me to move.
My gaze lifted to him as he walked ahead. His face was hidden behind a mask, just like always. Untouchable. Unreadable.
I let out a quiet breath.
I followed him through a narrow corridor, away from the noise of the club, until we reached a private room.
The door shut behind us as we walked inside. We entered a room.
A VIP room, it was dimly lit.
“I’m sorry for keeping everyone waiting,” he said calmly.
One of his bodyguards stepped forward and pulled away a black cloth.
My eyes widened as men were dragged in.
They were thrown to the floor without care, struggling as the guards forced them down. One by one, cloth was shoved into their mouths, silencing their cries.
Muffled whimpers filled the room as they begged for forgiveness, their bodies trembling.
A chill ran down my spine. For a moment… I wondered would this also be my fate?
I looked closer and then I recognized one of them.
My eyes hardened.
“Noah Winston…” I scoffed under my breath. “And these were the same bullies from that night.”
A slow, dangerous smile played on Ethan’s lips as he watched them.
“I’ve had this game prepared for a while,” he said calmly. “But it gets boring playing alone.”
“Let’s begin,” he said as he looked at me.
He picked up a golf club and walked toward me, placing it firmly in my hands.
He stepped behind me, close enough that I could feel his presence. His hands held mine, steadying my grip, adjusting my fingers.
“This is how you stand,” he murmured.
He shifted my posture slightly.
“Hold it like this.” His voice was calm this time. “Then you swing like this.”
“The harder you swing,” he added quietly, “the farther it flies.” A chill ran down my spine.
He released me and stepped back, watching. “I’d like to see your strength.”
He turned away and took a seat, crossing one leg over the other as if this was nothing more than entertainment.
His assistant stepped forward, lighting a cigarette before handing it to him.
He took it without a word, exhaling slowly as his eyes remained fixed on me.
My grip tightened around the golf club as my eyes looked at Noah Winston.
Memories flooded in
Every slap his mother had given me.
Every time she humiliated Jace.
Every moment they treated him like he was nothing.
The night at the pool.
Their mocking laughter.
The way Noah stood there and watched his friends humiliate Jace at his engagement party… like it was nothing but entertainment.
And then last night
The way he spoke to me.
The way he looked at me.
He called me cheap.
My jaw clenched.
Slowly, I lifted my foot and stepped onto the table, raising myself higher and the club resting in my hands.
Behind me, Ethan’s voice came, calm and almost amused.
“You can pick anyone to play with,” he said. “Play until you’ve had your fun.”
I didn’t hesitate.
“I pick this one,” I said coldly, pointing the club straight at Noah.
Panic set in as he and the others struggled thinking I picked one of them.
A slow smile touched my lips. This time he wouldn’t be the one laughing.
I lowered myself and walked toward him. He had fallen to the ground from the hit and he was barely conscious. I didn’t stop, images of his smug face filled my brain. No one ever imagined that Noah Winston would look like this.
I hit him with the golf club again on his head. Bam!!! once… twice... thrice.... until his body went completely still and not moving.
Then, with a cold breath, I lifted my heel and drove it down hard against his knee. The knee that Jace stabbed, the one he treated at the hospital before heading here.
A sharp crack echoed in the room and I exhaled slowly, the tension draining out of me as I dropped the golf club and turned away.
Without looking back, I walked out.
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