Nolan by Kathi S. Barton

that your bank accounts have been frozen in the
event that you try to run or have your son try to run to avoid the other
charges that are coming your way. It just tickled me to no end to have heard
about all the reports of threats from you and your son that have come out in
the last twenty-four hours.”
    “Nobody better be talking, or so help me
they’re gonna be sorry.” Joey laughed, and Micah wondered just how many other
complaints there were. “You let me up from here, girl, or so help me, I’m going
to make it ten times harder on you than I first thought.”
    “Fuck you.” Shane laughed on the bed and his
aunt turned to him. “I hear you repeating any of these curse words and I’ll
wash your mouth out with lye soap. And trust me when I tell you, that is not
going to make you any better.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” Shane looked at Grandda when he
leaned in to speak to him. In seconds they were moving to the bathroom, and Grandda
was standing outside the door. It was time to move, and Grandda was making sure
that Shane was ready when they did.
    “Now Mr. Simpson. I’m going to lift my body
off yours and you are going to let me. If you don’t, you’re going to die.
That’s not a threat but a full-out promise. I can cut you in ways that will
make you beg for death, or end you right fucking now. Do you understand what
I’m saying?” He called her a lot of names, and it wasn’t until a small drop of
blood trickled down his throat that Micah realized that she could and would hurt
Victor without a backward thought. “Do you understand me?”
    “You’re going to pay for this. And money, not
that you have shit, is not going to be what I’m going to take from you.” The
knife went deeper and the blood started to flow quicker. “Yes, I understand
you’re going to get up. Just get off me, cunt.”
    “That’s Rylee. Or McClure. Mostly that’s what
my men called me. Don’t call me cunt again, Victor, or I will hurt you.”
    She moved slowly and he didn’t touch her.
When she was by Nolan, Micah moved quickly, putting his hand around Victor’s throat
where the knife had been. The man wasn’t talking now, not that he could have,
but Micah could see fear in his face, not the contempt that he had shown for
Rylee. No matter how misplaced it had been.
    “You touch her or anyone in my family again,
and I will ruin you.” Victor had started to turn blue before Micah let up on
his windpipe. “I’m not going to ask you if you understand me. I’m hoping that
you do and just don’t give a shit enough to come after me and mine.”
    Walter was released too, but he didn’t move
to help his father up. It was comical the way the man had to maneuver to just
get to his knees. Then it took him another few minutes to stand up, his breath
coming in hard short bursts. When he turned to Rylee, she grinned at him like
she knew just what he was going to say.
    “You’re dead. Do you understand that, you
fucking cunt? Dead.” As he turned she said his name. Micah wasn’t sure what she
was going to say to him, but when she reached down and grabbed him by the balls
and lifted him up with her hand, gripping them tightly, he screamed like a
little girl.
    “You want to rethink that line of thought,
you worthless piece of fuck. I’ve been trained to kill a man as quietly or as
loudly as I can. And the screaming is from my victim, not from me.” When she
let him go and he moved back, Rylee spoke again. “Either of you come near my
nephew again and you’ll never see me kill you.”
    As soon as the Simpson men were out of the
room, Rylee dropped to her knees. She didn’t move, even when Nolan moved to
stand near her, other than to lean her head on his leg. Nolan looked at Micah.
    “Can we come stay with you until I can work
out somewhere to live, as well as some security?” Micah nodded. “Thank you. We
should leave now. I don’t think…he’s going to come back as soon as he can think
beyond how painful his balls are right