Elijah:The Boss's Gift(18)

“What’s she done? I swear I’ve not seen her for years.”

“Are you sure? It says that she only stayed with your family for a short time. Maybe she’d come back to you? Did she have a crush or something?” Elijah asked.

“Yes, she had a crush. Bitch doesn’t know when to respect her betters.” Jacob laughed. “What has the bitch done now? She making up some fucked up stories? Don’t believe a word she says, man. That cunt doesn’t deserve shit. My family gave her a home, and she tried to shit all over it.” Once Jacob started talking he didn’t stop, but he didn’t let on to what he’d done.

“What did she say? There’s nothing here?” Elijah nodded at John.

His man walked behind Jacob, grabbing the back of his neck, pressing the blade to his throat.

“Fuck, man, I don’t want to die.”

“Then you better start talking. I’m not in the mood to wait.”

“The bitch was begging for it, all right? She wanted a bit of Jacob, so I gave it to her and she started saying I raped her. Didn’t happen that way.”

“You raped her?”

“No, man, I didn’t rape her. I found out her mother was a crack whore. Sold her pussy for drugs. Cherry was the same. She wanted my dick, and afterwards she wanted shit.”

Elijah let him continue to talk, bragging about how he took what Cherry didn’t have to offer. When John pressed the blade harder against Jacob’s throat, the truth came out. “Yes, I raped her. I fucked her, and she begged me to stop. Shit, man, I’m sorry. The knife, fuck, it hurts.”

Nodding at John, Elijah stared at the sick little shit. He didn’t want to think about Cherry being taken by force. She’d lost everything in her life, had shit taken from her that wasn’t for others to take. It was time someone came to her rescue. He was going to take care of her and not let fuckers like Jacob hurt her again.

“Yeah, Cherry’s my woman, Jacob,” Elijah said. “She belongs to me.” He stood up, removing his jacket and then his crisp white shirt. Elijah had already spoken to the men Jacob worked for. None of them were willing to pay for the bastard’s release. No one wanted to go up against Elijah.

“What? You said you were looking for her?”

“Did I? I lied. Cherry’s mine, and I’ve made it my personal mission to find all the scum like you who hurt her when you should have kept your filthy fucking hands to yourself.” He pulled out the picture of Cherry. It was from when she was a young girl. “This is the girl you raped. You used force to keep her under you while you tortured her.”

He handed all the files to John as he removed his white shirt. Elijah took the brass knuckles from John. “Now, I think it’s time I gave you a little payback. You didn’t just stop at Cherry. You kept going, looking for new victims, frightened women.”

“Please, I’m sorry, fuck.”

Elijah kicked out, slamming the chair to the floor. Jacob cried out, pissing himself in the process. Pressing his boot on Jacob’s crotch, Elijah added more of his weight.

Jacob started to scream.

“Let me tell you, Jacob Jones, you’re going to be doing a hell of a lot of screaming by the time this is over.” Drawing his boot back, Elijah brought it down hard.

Jacob howled with pain.

Elijah used his fists, pummeling the bastard until he was almost unrecognizable. He thought about Cherry when she was young. She didn’t deserve to have assholes like this hurting her. He would make them all pay. There wouldn’t be any sign of them on this earth once he was done.

For the next hour, Elijah tortured Jacob, while John sat reading a book in the corner. When his cell phone went off, Elijah taped Jacob’s mouth to answer his phone. He was covered in blood and would need to change his clothes. It was a good thing he brought a spare pair. He did try to save his clothes.

“What?” Elijah asked.

“The next guy on that list works at a school. He’s a gym teacher,” Caleb said. “He’s around young girls all day.”

“Have there been any reports on him?” Elijah asked.

“There has been some, but they’ve never been proven. The girls have moved schools, and he stays in the same place.”

Elijah cursed. “I’m really starting to hate these fucking assholes.”

“Do you want him collected?” Caleb asked. “Henry is watching him now teach basketball to the girls’ team. Even Henry isn’t happy with what he’s seeing.”

“Bring him in. I want these bastards all dead.”

“You start piling up dead bodies, people are going to notice.” Caleb’s warning was loud and clear.