Blame It On The Pain Episode 56
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🧏 Blame It On The Pain FIFTY SIX:
Alyssa is smiling from ear to ear and I swear, she’s absolutely radiant. Her dimple is out and her eyes are gleaming. You wouldn’t even know that she barely slept the night before.
“She’s beautiful…isn’t she?” some deep voice says. I turn around to face the man who’s not only interrupting my thoughts but is checking out my girlfriend.
He’s about an inch or two shorter than me, he looks about maybe 15 years older than me; and he’s wearing a gray suit that looks vaguely familiar.
He looks to be a professional of some sort, so it’s kind of odd to see him hanging around some hole in the wall bar.
For once, I decide to remain calm. Of course, I want to punch the guy…but the reality is that he’s only admiring how beautiful Alyssa is.
As much as I hate it, she’s going to catch the eye of other men. I can’t go around beating up most of the male population.
“She’s gorgeous,” I tell him. I silently add ‘and all mine’ to the statement.
He stands next to me and watches her through the glass. He’s got about another 10 seconds to get his fill before I take back my previous thoughts about not punching him.
My hand’s ball at my sides when I see that his eyes still haven’t moved off of her.
Then he says something that makes my insides twist. “You know, I preferred her as a blonde.
She looked more innocent that way. But there’s something to be said about the darker hair. It really brings out those eyes of hers. I think I like it.”
I snarl and shove him against the glass. He gives me a smirk and flips the inside of his suit jacket open, revealing a badge. “Careful, Jackson.
You don’t want to go to jail for assaulting an officer.” The corners of his eyes crinkle. “Not that it would be your first time in a jail cell…now would it?”
I look at the badge and struggle not to lose my sht. Ford. Special Agent Ford fking Baker to be exact…what the fk kind of name is that, anyway?
I grit my teeth because it’s the name belonging to the man who had his hands all over my girl that night. The man who’s fked my girl before. The man my girl said she loved.
To h’ll with it. I’m taking my chances and pun¢hing the ba$tard. One solid pun¢h, that’s all I need to feel better.
He seems to sense my thoughts because he holds up his hands and says, “DeLuca wouldn’t like it if you ended up in jail. You know that as well as I do, son.”
I grab a hold of the hood to my sweatshirt so I have someplace to put my hands for the time being…because being wrapped around his neck…is looking real good right about now.
I decide to h it him with a low-blow of my own. “Son,” I snort. “I’m only 3 years older than her. So tell me, did you call Alyssa your daughter when you fked her, you pe rvert?”
His nostrils flare before he says, “No, I was too busy calling her a wh’re instead.”
That’s. Fking. It.
I lunge at him and my hands tighten around his thr oat. I don’t give a fk about DeLuca right now, I’m never going to stand by and let some piece of shit call my girl a wh’re.
He makes a ¢hoking sound, and his beady blue eyes begin popping out of his head.
Then it occurs to me. Alyssa might be able to understand and accept the first mu rder I committed…but I’m not so sure she’ll forgive me for this one.
Begrudgingly, I let go of his throat. He collapses on the pavement and gasps for air.
“Id!ot,” he croaks. “I came here to offer you a deal.”
I bend down and laugh hard in his face. “A deal?” I laugh again. “Fk your deal and fk you. There’s nothing you could offer me that I would want.” I gesture toward the window and give him a cocky smile. “Or that I don’t already have.”
He stands up straight and makes a face. Looks like I’m not the only one trying to restrain myself now. And boy do I want the fker to h it me. I want him to h it me so I can wipe the pavement with him.
He fixes his tie and looks through the window again. “What about a life with Alyssa,” he whispers.
“Already have that, ” I reply.
I fight the urge to tell him certain details about our life together- like how I was the first one to ever make her come, or how great her as s looked when I took her from behind this morning after li¢king her sweet thing.
And most important of all; the way her face lights up when she tell me that she loves me.
He clears his throat and faces me. “I think you know what I mean.”
“Nope.”
“Then you’ve taken one too many h its to the head,” he growls. “Do you think you can actually provide a life for her? The kind of life that she deserves?”
I’m not going to let him know how much that comment gets to me so instead I reply, “I can give Alyssa anything that she wants. And if I can’t—I’ll find a way to make it happen.”
“Yeah. But in how many years, Jackson?” he gripes. “If you’re even still alive by the time your deal with DeLuca is up. If you even last that long in the cage.”
The fact that he knows about DeLuca’s underground fi ght club unnerves me.
It occurs to me that for all I know, he has a wire on him and I’m sure as fk not giving DeLuca up.
I roll my shoulders back. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.
I don’t know who this DeLuca is that you’re referencing and I know absolutely nothing about this cage you’re referring to.
Now, if you continue to talk to or question me without a lawyer present there’s going to be a problem.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m not wearing a fucking wire. I’m just trying to help you.” He gestures toward the window. “But most of all, help her.”
“She doesn’t need your help. She has me now.”
“For how long?”
“Long enough to spend a lifetime with her and grow old with her.”
He snorts. “Quite some fairytale you’re living in.”
I look at him out of the corner of my eye. “I’ll do whatever I need to, in order to make sure that happens. I’ll make sure I’m around for her.”
He folds his hands and touches his pointer fingers to his lips. “I’m sure you will. But, I was referring to her.”
I grab his collar and shove him against the glass again. “Is that supposed to be some kind of threat? Because if you hurt her it will be the last thing you ever do.”
“I was talking about DeLuca, Jackson. You know, the man who ki lled her father.” He looks at me skeptically. “Unless she didn’t trust you enough to tell you the truth about her past.”
“I know everything.”
I release him and he fixes his collar. “Then you know that she witnessed DeLuca do it.
Now, I’ve done my very best to protect her. I brainwashed her and I manipulated the hell out of her…starting with forcing her to deny to everyone who her father’s ki ller really was.
I’m not proud of myself, but it needed to be done.”
He looks down at the ground. “I even went so far as to turn her into a broken girl in order to get DeLuca to forget all about her because I hoped he’d see that she was already miserable and suffering enough. That’s how much I love her.”
I can’t help but look at him with disgust. “Sounds like you pretty much tried to kill her yourself then. Good thing she’s a hell of a lot tougher and stronger than anyone gives her credit for.”
“She is…but she’s no match for him. And assuming that you know how he operates, you know that he will get his payback. It’s not a matter of if…it’s only a matter of when.
He likes his revenge best when it’s served cold. He likes to watch his prey find happiness and flourish…before he swoops in and snaps their necks.” He blanches. “Or bashes their skulls in with a crowbar.”
He’s got DeLuca pegged right, but I still can’t help but wonder. “What makes you think that she’s even on his radar in the first place? Trust me, if he was waiting for the perfect opportunity he’s had a couple,” I say, recalling the two times she’s shown up at the fight club.
“She’s on his radar because of you, Jackson.”
I open my mouth to argue, but I can’t.
He takes the opportunity to continue, “She showed up at his fi ght club on her own a few months ago. She got wind that he might be the owner and she was out for his bIood, Jackson.
TO Be Continued
