“Why are you doing this? I'm on your side!” Za nearly screamed, studying Justin as he walked around the circle of 4 men that he and the guys had tied up. He was carrying a knife around, chanting “Eenie, Meenie, Minee, Moe” as he decided who he wanted to torture first.
“We don't take kindly to Rat's, Za,” Justin paused for a moment, behind him, answering his question, “If you'd have stopped running your mouth the last time I gave you a chance, we wouldn't be here right now. Instead, you didn't listen. Now you'll die just like the rest of these dumb fucks.”
“Look, Man, I swear,” Charlie was beginning to beg, “We won't ever come after you or your girl again. If you just let me go, I swear I'll never come within 50 miles of you. Please. I have a family!”
“James was my family,” Justin responded, his eyes in small slits as he stared at the man responsible for killing James and for shooting Krystal, “My fiance is my family. Where was your family state of mind when you came after them, huh? You certainly weren't worried about the family you'd be hurting by shooting them, were you?”
“I'm so sorry, Justin,” Charlie continued to speak, “I shouldn't have done what I did. I'm so sorry. I promise, if you let me go, I'll never come near you or your family again. If I see someone from your gang, I swear I'll run the other way. We used to be friends, man.”
“Used to be is the telling statement there,” Justin made his way behind Charlie, putting him in a headlock as he gently ran the knife down his cheek, “See, not only do I not think you'll keep your word, I also want retribution for what you've done,” He pushed the knife into his skin a little harder, causing the skin to break and a stream of blood run down his face, “I want you to feel the way James felt when you put 19 bullets into him. Not to mention you thought you could come after me?” He let out a sardonic laugh, “Just so you know, your trusted source, Za, can't seem to keep himself from running his mouth to both sides,” He created another cut on Charlie's face before looking to Good and pointing at one of Charlie's men, “Kill him.” Without a word, Good put a gun to the man's forehead and pulled the trigger; his body immediately slumping in the chair he was tied up in.
“I knew you'd gone soft,” Za spat, “Can't even kill someone yourself anymore, can you JB? Gotta have your little lackies do it.” Justin made a face as a small smile crossed his features and he made his way over towards Za, getting in his face.
“Who do you think's been killing every gang leader from here to Kingdom Come?” Justin took his knife and jabbed it into Za's stomach, twisting it once he was sure he'd reached a vital organ. Za let out a scream and his head fell forward from the pain, “That's what I thought you little bitch.” He removed the knife and jabbed it into his gut again a few more times, twisting the knife as he removed it. He grabbed Za's hair, holding his head up, Za's mouth hanging open, “Now you wanna know what you get for never shutting up?” He didn't say anything as he shoved the knife into his open mouth, puncturing the back of his throat, once again twisting the knife. Za began to choke on his own blood as Justin moved behind him, slicing his neck in one swift motion. Za's dead body slumped forward, blood spewing out of his mouth as Justin moved back over to Charlie.
“Kill me if you're going to,” The last one of Charlie's men remaining spoke, not being able to take the blood and gore in front of him, “Please, just get it over with.”
“Afraid of a little torture?” Justin chuckled, moving towards the man, “And weren't you also responsible for a few of those 19 bullets?”
“Yeah, I shot him,” The man spat, “So what? He got what he deserved. And you'll eventually get what you deserve too. So will your little blond tramp.” Justin felt his blood begin to boil in anger and he growled, grabbing the gun he had tucked into the back of his pants. He pointed the gun, first shooting the man's right knee, then the left, causing him to scream out in pain. He then placed the gun towards his genital area, putting pressure on the trigger and blowing his manhood to pieces. The man was nearly unconscious as Justin moved the gun to the left side of the man's chest, holding it directly over his heart.
“I'll see you in hell you worthless son-of-a-bitch,” Justin then pulled the trigger, killing the man instantly as the bullet punctured his heart. Without looking back, Justin made his way to Charlie, grabbing the knife and slicing off Charlie's right hand in one clean swoop.
Tears started to stream down Charlie's face as he cried out in agony, “Please, Justin,” He begged, “Please, man.” Justin didn't listen and chopped off his left hand as well, causing another scream.
“Shut up!” Justin commanded, making his way behind him again and placing his knife against his face, he slid the knife in between his lips, creating cuts in the corner's of his mouth, making the hole wider, “The last image your family will ever see of you is your face carved,” He spoke through gritted teeth as he moved the knife to Charlie's forehead, creating a cut that ran from his hairline all the way down the bridge of his nose. He chopped off his right ear, shoving it into Charlie's mouth and noticing that Charlie was on the verge of passing out from the pain. Without another word, Justin placed the barrel of his gun in Charlie's cut-up mouth and pulled the trigger; the bullet escaping through the back of his skull. Justin cleaned his knife on Charlie's shirt and tucked it back into the holder he had fastened around his waist. He also put the gun back in it's resting place behind him and the 4 men made their way out of the warehouse. Silence filled the car as they headed back to the hotel that they'd be staying in until morning. It wasn't a long ride, but it felt like hours to Justin. As soon as they arrived back at the hotel, Justin removed his weapons, leaving them on the floor of the car as he took off, running in through the underground garage and taking the stairs up to his room. He let himself in and went straight to the bathroom leaving the door slightly ajar. He turned on the shower and stepped in, sliding down the wall as he hugged his knees. The tears began to fall, even though they were hidden in the stream of the shower. He stared at floor of the shower, the water turning pink as the blood was washed off of him.
Krystal made her way into the bathroom and frowned when she found him in the corner of the shower, still completely clothed, “Baby,” She said softly. He turned to look at her and his focus returned.
“I just did something horrible,” He whispered as the tears began to fall harder.
Without a word, she slid off her slippers and stepped into the shower, not caring about getting wet as she slid down the wall beside him, pulling him into her arms, “It's okay, Baby. Everything's gonna be okay,” She spoke softly and ran her hands through his hair, holding him tightly. He began to sob as he held onto her for dear life, burying his face in her chest. Neither spoke for about 15 minutes as he cried into her.
Finally, he pulled away and looked up into her eyes, “If you knew the horrible things I've done, you'd leave me and never look back.”
“No.” She shook her head, “I love you, Justin. Nothing will ever make me walk away from you.”
“I didn't just kill them tonight,” He whispered, “I tortured them first because I wanted them to suffer for killing James. I wanted them to feel it. I wanted them to slowly reach the brink of death because they didn't deserve to die quickly,” The tears were streaming down his face, “And in those moments? While it was happening? I enjoyed it. I felt like I was getting revenge for James being dead and revenge for them shooting you.”
She licked her lips, contemplating what to say, “I don't think there's anything wrong with that. You were getting revenge for your loved ones and while I never wanna see you enjoy it, beating yourself up over it now isn't gonna change anything,” She held his gaze and caressed his cheek with her right hand, “How many are left?”
“9,” He answered without hesitation, “There's 9 left, but I don't wanna kill anymore. I can't keep killing. I want us safe, but I don't want anymore blood on my hands.”
“You don't have to, Baby,” She reassured, “The guys can handle the rest. And then we'll be safe for the rest of our lives. You'll never have to kill anyone ever again.”
“I can't just abandon them though,” He took a deep breath, “I can't back out.”
“They don't need to know you're backing out,” She frowned, “They can handle it and we'll tell them that I asked you to stop because I was too worried you'd get hurt.”
“Thank you,” He said softly, staring into her eyes.
“For what, Babe?” She questioned.
“Being you. Being here for me. Just...Everything,” He let out a sigh, “I don't know where I'd be if you weren't here with me right now.”
“You never have to thank me, Baby,” She pulled him into a hug, “I'm yours and I love you. This is my job.”