“In an attorney capacity?” Brad asks.

“We can call it that. I’m going to need a privacy room.”

“I can do that. Follow me.” Brad leads us down a hallway to a room with no windows and leads us inside. A table and two chairs are in the center of the room. “I’ll be back with your client in a moment.”

“Are you sure there’s no camera in here?” Josh asks.

“I’m sure.” I fold my arms over my chest, waiting impatiently for the piece of shit to be escorted in.

Finally, the door opens and Brad leads Jack inside. “Your lawyer would like to speak with you.” Brad unlocks the handcuffs and backs toward the door. “Just let me know when you’re done. I have some phone calls to make.”

“You’re not my fucking lawyer,” Jack growls when Brad leaves.

None of us respond; we just watch Jack start to squirm.

“Sit.” Zack plants his hand on Jack’s shoulder and pushes him into the chair.

“You won’t touch me,” Jack sneers.

“You like beating on women?” Josh asks in a low voice.

“She deserved everything she got,” Jack replies, his chin in the air.

“You like putting women in the hospital?”

“Oh, you mean she isn’t dead?” Jack chuckles. “I guess I’ll have to go back later and try again.” He pins me with his gaze and leans forward in his chair. “Did she enjoy me fucking her again?”

Zack lunges, making Jack flinch, but I put my arm out. “No.”

“See? You won’t do shit to me. How will it look around town if I tell everyone that Ty Sullivan, the attorney who can do no wrong, and his cronies beat me up in jail?”

“I think you came in here already bruised up,” Josh replies with a laugh. “You must have pissed off your cellmate. Did he fuck you, too?”

Jack swallows and watches me, fear beginning to seep into his eyes. “Bullshit,” he sputters.

Josh and Zack are circling the room menacingly, but what Jack doesn’t know is that they aren’t whom he should be worried about.

They aren’t going to touch him.

I’m going to make him wish he were dead.

“Where is that shithead of a cop?” Jack asks nervously.

“Oh, we’re having an attorney/client consultation,” I inform him quietly. “He won’t come until I tell him to.”

“So, what, you want a shot at me?” Jack stands and pushes the table out of the way. “Take your shot already.”

“You’re such a piece of shit,” I reply deceptively calmly. “You’re not a man. Real men don’t beat defenseless women. Trust me, I know. I come from a man just like you. You’re a pussy.”

“I beat the fuck out of that bitch of an ex-wife of mine. She couldn’t even try to fight back. That doesn’t make me weak.”

Zack growls and flexes his hands in and out of fists as he walks behind Jack, glaring holes through him.

“Let me tell you why I’m here.” I lean against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest again. Jack’s eyes bounce from me to the two large, intimidating men pacing about the room anxiously. “I’m here to make you wish you were dead.”

“This is bullshit. I’m here for a stupid assault charge, and I’ll be out in a matter of hours. I’ll kill her later.” He shrugs, but his hands are shaking as he wipes his mouth.

“Oh, they didn’t tell you?” I laugh and shake my head at him. “It’s an attempted-murder charge, and you won’t see the light of day for years, you miserable motherfucker.”

Jack’s eyes go wide and then he frowns.

“But that’s the least of your worries. Do you know what they do in prison to men who prey on children and women?”

I push away from the wall slowly and saunter over to him. “You’ll be lucky if you survive the first year. You can bet that you’ll be someone’s bitch. You’ll get your ass fucked on a regular basis.”

“Fuck you!”

“You’re not really my type,” I reply as though we’re having a regular conversation, and turn to walk past him, but then I pull back and punch him square across the jaw, knocking him on his ass.

Josh picks him back up again by the hair.

“And given that I know a lot of people, ’cause I do, I’m going to make sure that every fucking inmate in that prison knows that you like to bully women.” I walk past again and thrust my elbow into his nose, sending a spray of blood across the room.

“Fucking A!” Jack yells, and doubles over in pain as blood pours out of his now-broken nose.

“Hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it?” Zack growls into Jack’s ear.

I land a hard punch to Jack’s ribs and he doubles over, falling to the floor.

“Leave him there,” I mutter to Zack when he makes a move to lift Jack. I kick him three times in the ribs. “You are most likely going to die in prison, Jack, which suits you.” I pull him up by his hair and land a punch to his right eye, sending him crashing back to the floor.

“I’m going to ruin you for this!” Jack screams.

“Who’s going to fucking believe you?” Josh taunts him. “I didn’t see anything.”

“If you ever”—I plant my heel into Jack’s neck, holding him down to the floor and restricting his airway—“even so much as think her name again, I’ll make sure you die in prison, and it’ll look like suicide, you miserable piece of shit.”

Jack throws up all over the floor, heaving from the threat, and from the damage to his ribs thanks to my foot.

“Put him in a chair.” I stalk away from the evil man at my feet.

Josh and Zack each take an arm and roughly guide him into the chair.

“I should have waited until you were with her so I could kill you too,” Jack sneers, one of his eyes swollen shut and blood pouring down his face and onto his orange inmate jumpsuit.

“Go let Brad know he’s ready to go back to his cell,” I direct Zack and Josh, keeping my eyes pinned to Jack’s. When my friends leave, I push my face into Jack’s and reach down, squeezing and twisting his dick in my hand. Jack cries out in pain and tries to push me away, but I hold firm and whisper, “I’ll make sure you will die with your dick in your mouth if you ever try to get near her again. Are we clear?”

He makes a motion to spit at me, so I tighten my grasp on his dick and he cries out again. “We’re clear!”