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Authors: Donna Marie Rogers
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shit, you're here to get revenge on something that happened eight years ago?"
"No, I'm here for the truth, not what you and your slut of a sister wanted me to believe was the truth."
"Man, I don't know what the hell you're talking about!” Jimmy insisted.
Mike knocked Jimmy off the barstool with one well-placed shove. He reached down, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and dragged him out the back exit. The putrid stench of garbage mingled oddly with the fresh scent of the pine trees that surrounded the building.
Another hard shove landed Jimmy on his hands and knees. He climbed to his feet and backed up, only to jump forward when he bumped into the dumpster behind him. He stood, breathing hard, eyes wild with fear.
Mike waited a moment for effect, his eyes pinning Jimmy in place as if by physical force. Then in one smooth motion, he pulled his pistol from the waistband of his jeans and pointed it at Jimmy's head.
A whimper reverberated in Jimmy's throat.
"Now Jimmy, I don't want to kill you, honest I don't. In fact, if you tell me everything I want to know, you'll walk back into that bar without a scratch.” He pressed the barrel of the gun against Jimmy's temple. “That sounds fair, right?"
"M-more than fair."
Holding the gun steady, Mike nodded. “Good boy. Now, the first thing you're going to tell me is exactly what happened the night you and Rachel made that videotape. And don't leave anything out."
"I-It's been awhile, man. I'm gonna need a minute to think."
Jimmy squeezed his eyes shut, looking as if he might piss his pants. Mike had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. “Have I mentioned that I'm not a very patient man?” He nudged Jimmy's temple with the gun.
"Okay, okay, I just don't want to get this shit mixed up.” Jimmy blew out a shaky breath. “Rachel wanted to split you and Sara up. She'd been trying to get you in bed so she could tape the two of you having sex, but like I always told her, who'd want her over Sara? I mean, it would've been like exchanging a porterhouse for a hamburger."
Mike's patience was wearing thin. “Stop editorializing and get the fuck on with it."
"Right. Let's see. Rachel had Sara spend the night, and then slipped a few sleeping pills in her soda. They were good ones, too. Prescription."
Mike's hand tightened imperceptibly on the gun. White-hot rage burned in his gut.
"When she passed out, I carried her into my room and, uh...."
Jimmy's words trailed off, and Mike knew he was scared shitless to admit the rest. “And...?” Mike prompted.
"I, uh, p-pretended to have sex with her, and Rachel videotaped it."
Mike hadn't considered until just that moment Sara may have been raped as well. He went deathly still. “Pretended?"
"Yeah, man, pretended! We were dressed and everything! I never laid a hand on her ... well, you know what I mean."
Mike slowly, deliberately, slid the barrel of the gun from Jimmy's temple to the middle of his forehead. “If I ever find out you're lying to me ... that you put your filthy hands on her, there won't be enough left of you for an autopsy."
"Dude, I swear to God, I didn't do anything. I swear on my nuts!” Jimmy's voice rose to a hysterical pitch on the last word.
The relief Mike felt was so intense his knees almost buckled. He had no doubt Jimmy had told him the truth. Only he wasn't through yet. He still needed one more detail before he could fully assess the damage that'd been done.
"What reason did Rachel give Sara for me leaving town?"
"Man, I've got no idea what Rachel told her—"
Mike gave him a quick nudge with the barrel of the gun. “What reason did Rachel give Sara for me leaving town?” he repeated through his teeth.
"All right! She told her you got her pregnant and..."
Mike was a hair's-breadth away from losing what little self-control he had left. After what this lowlife prick and his sister had done, they both deserved to rot in prison.
"And what? I swear to God, Jimmy, you'd better tell me every
"No, I'm here for the truth, not what you and your slut of a sister wanted me to believe was the truth."
"Man, I don't know what the hell you're talking about!” Jimmy insisted.
Mike knocked Jimmy off the barstool with one well-placed shove. He reached down, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and dragged him out the back exit. The putrid stench of garbage mingled oddly with the fresh scent of the pine trees that surrounded the building.
Another hard shove landed Jimmy on his hands and knees. He climbed to his feet and backed up, only to jump forward when he bumped into the dumpster behind him. He stood, breathing hard, eyes wild with fear.
Mike waited a moment for effect, his eyes pinning Jimmy in place as if by physical force. Then in one smooth motion, he pulled his pistol from the waistband of his jeans and pointed it at Jimmy's head.
A whimper reverberated in Jimmy's throat.
"Now Jimmy, I don't want to kill you, honest I don't. In fact, if you tell me everything I want to know, you'll walk back into that bar without a scratch.” He pressed the barrel of the gun against Jimmy's temple. “That sounds fair, right?"
"M-more than fair."
Holding the gun steady, Mike nodded. “Good boy. Now, the first thing you're going to tell me is exactly what happened the night you and Rachel made that videotape. And don't leave anything out."
"I-It's been awhile, man. I'm gonna need a minute to think."
Jimmy squeezed his eyes shut, looking as if he might piss his pants. Mike had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. “Have I mentioned that I'm not a very patient man?” He nudged Jimmy's temple with the gun.
"Okay, okay, I just don't want to get this shit mixed up.” Jimmy blew out a shaky breath. “Rachel wanted to split you and Sara up. She'd been trying to get you in bed so she could tape the two of you having sex, but like I always told her, who'd want her over Sara? I mean, it would've been like exchanging a porterhouse for a hamburger."
Mike's patience was wearing thin. “Stop editorializing and get the fuck on with it."
"Right. Let's see. Rachel had Sara spend the night, and then slipped a few sleeping pills in her soda. They were good ones, too. Prescription."
Mike's hand tightened imperceptibly on the gun. White-hot rage burned in his gut.
"When she passed out, I carried her into my room and, uh...."
Jimmy's words trailed off, and Mike knew he was scared shitless to admit the rest. “And...?” Mike prompted.
"I, uh, p-pretended to have sex with her, and Rachel videotaped it."
Mike hadn't considered until just that moment Sara may have been raped as well. He went deathly still. “Pretended?"
"Yeah, man, pretended! We were dressed and everything! I never laid a hand on her ... well, you know what I mean."
Mike slowly, deliberately, slid the barrel of the gun from Jimmy's temple to the middle of his forehead. “If I ever find out you're lying to me ... that you put your filthy hands on her, there won't be enough left of you for an autopsy."
"Dude, I swear to God, I didn't do anything. I swear on my nuts!” Jimmy's voice rose to a hysterical pitch on the last word.
The relief Mike felt was so intense his knees almost buckled. He had no doubt Jimmy had told him the truth. Only he wasn't through yet. He still needed one more detail before he could fully assess the damage that'd been done.
"What reason did Rachel give Sara for me leaving town?"
"Man, I've got no idea what Rachel told her—"
Mike gave him a quick nudge with the barrel of the gun. “What reason did Rachel give Sara for me leaving town?” he repeated through his teeth.
"All right! She told her you got her pregnant and..."
Mike was a hair's-breadth away from losing what little self-control he had left. After what this lowlife prick and his sister had done, they both deserved to rot in prison.
"And what? I swear to God, Jimmy, you'd better tell me every
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