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One Week Later
“What the f**k, Evans? You almost killed him,” Mason barked.
I slapped handcuffs on the sick f**k we’d been tracking and dragged him to his feet by yanking on his neck. His face was a b****y mess, but the bastard deserved it after r****g and strangling two women because they wouldn’t go out with him. I wanted to kill him.
“I still can,” I snapped back. “Maybe I should cut off his d**k and see how he likes that.” The guy whimpered and I smacked him across the head. “Shut the f**k up! Hope you enjoy being r***d and mutilated in prison because that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”
Mason drove us to the station and I happily tossed the fucker through the front door. If he didn’t get out of my sight immediately, it wasn’t going to be long before I did something
