30
Brock
Rage kept me warm.
The need to spill blood gave me energy through the night, numbed me to the pain in my knee.
Hours passed, my focus on the bobbing headlight revealing the path I followed, heading through the pass Jessie had told me about.
Shiv.
I had no f*****g doubt. Sick f**k had taken my woman, dragged her over the ridge and down through the pass.
I should have ended him when he’d shown up months earlier. Should have sliced him from throat to groin. Gutted him and left his innards for the bears. Should have chopped off his d**k. His legs and arms. Sliced out his tongue for talking the way he’d done.
Fucking his daughter. Offering her every hole to a stranger. Wanting my sperm to give her a baby.
Red filled my vision, the l**t for blood thrumming through my body.
No
