![]() ![]() To not push Jethro out of the way and shove my boot in Shark’s face. My restraint stretched close to breaking point. ![]() When Shark didn’t answer him, Jethro smashed his heavy boot down onto Shark’s face, grinding it harder into the ground. ![]() I hungered for this kind of violence, the kind inflicted as retribution, and although I wasn’t the one to deliver it, I could taste the sweet victory of it as I zeroed in on the blood dripping from his mouth. He also wouldn’t be breathing.Įvery cell in my body roared to life as I watched Jethro deliver the punishment. By the time he was done, Shark wouldn’t be recognisable. Or should I say, his torture, because Jethro was just getting started. Our president’s ruthless way of dealing with betrayal like this meant it had only taken him a day to find out who was responsible.Īnd here we were, watching Shark’s punishment. But greed always won in life, and he’d taken enough last week for Jethro to notice. At first, it had been such a small amount that it had gone undetected. He’d skimmed some off the club supply and pocketed the cash for himself. Shark, the idiot, had been selling coke for the past month to a bunch of kids from the local high school. “Did you really think you’d get away with peddling that shit on the side? You thought I’d never find out?” ![]() Jethro stood over Shark, who lay sprawled on the dirt out the back of the clubhouse, his angry red face glaring down at the club member who’d provoked his rage. ![]()
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