I shudder reflexively at the sound of Chavo's agonized gurgling, my entire body recoiling from the visceral display of brutality despite the vindictive part of me relishing his suffering. Greg whirls on me then, hazel eyes blazing with mingled fury and fervor.
"You hear that, Rosetta?" he growls, giving the prostrate Chavo another vicious kick that sends fresh spittle and blood splattering from his contorted features. "That's the sound of justice finally being served. Of this twisted snake reaping what he's had coming for far too goddamn long."
Despite the savagery fueling my beloved's actions, his words seem to resonate through me - stoking the banked embers of my own hard-won defiance back into an indomitable conflagration. This IS justice, I realize with sudden, searing clarity. Not j
