Free Maximum Guilt (Hidden Guilt Book 2) by Terry Keys Page B

dinner and then I’m free. Maybe I’ll take you out to that spot you like so much—Cabo, right? I’ll hang out with you and your girlfriends. We can do some dancing.”
    “I’d like that. I think they’re going to love you once they get to know you like I do.”
    “I’ll call you around ten after I am done. See you soon.”
    Brittany watched through the window as Carl got dressed. Little did he know, his time had run out. She grabbed her purse and headed for his doorstep. She pressed the doorbell and waited.
    “Hello. You the new nanny?” Carl said to the woman on his porch. “My wife isn’t here. Can you come back next week?”
    “No, silly. You see a girl and you assume she’s your nanny?”
    “I didn’t mean to offend you. My wife mentioned that the new nanny might be stopping by. Can I help you with something? I’m kind of in a rush here.”
    “No need to rush, Carl. We got all night. Your clients and girlfriend are going to be waiting a long time.”
    She did one last glance back and forth to make sure no one was watching. Brittany had her Taser in hand and knew how to use it. She hit him with the taser and he dropped helplessly to the ground. After he stopped convulsing and lay limp, she injected him with a sedative. It wouldn’t put him out but it would make him easily manageable. She removed two pairs of handcuffs from her bag and secured his wrists and legs. She looked around again to be sure she hadn’t been seen and drug him into the house and closed the door behind her.
    After about five minutes passed, Carl started to come to. Brittany could see Carl trying to process everything and figure out what happened. His eyes opened and closed slowly. A little foam had built up in the corner of his mouth.
    “Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing?”
    “Carl, Carl, Carl. Slow down, baby. We’re gonna get to all of that, don’t worry.  Let’s talk about some other things first. You okay with that?”
    “Listen, bitch. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”
    “Oh, I’m pretty sure I know exactly who I’m messin’ with. You think I showed up on your doorstep when your wife and kids are out of town by accident?”
    “Okay, so you know who I am. That just proves how stupid you are!”
    “Well, I was smart enough to land you and your pathetic brother. Let’s quit playing around and cut right to the chase, Carl.”
    “You killed my brother?”
    He pulled and tugged at his restraints but it was no use.
    “I’ll make you pay for this!”
    “Umm . . . I don’t think so, Carl. I don’t see you making it out of this one, bud. Let’s play a game. Do you remember much about your bachelor party?”
    “Of course I remember my own bachelor party. What about it?”
    “I mean, I’m sure you remember the event, but what about the details? Did you guys have dancers?”
    “What kind of lame-ass bachelor party would it have been without dancers?”
    “Ahhh! Okay. Well guess what, Carl? Surprise! I was one of your dancers—the one you and your brother raped!”
    Carl sat up as much as he could and Brittany could tell by the expression on his face that he couldn’t believe it. 
    “Wait, what?”
    “Rape, Carl. Forcibly entering a woman’s vagina when you weren’t invited.”
    “I understand what rape is, I just—”
    “You just what? Don’t remember? You and your brother and all of your guests were totally fucked up.”
    “So what now? This some kind of payback?”
    “Justice, Carl.”
    Brittany walked over to her bag, reached in, and grabbed her snips and a hammer.
    “Have you had anything to drink today, Carl?”
    “What the fuck are you going to do with those?”
    “Have you had anything to drink today, Carl? A shot? A beer?”
    “No! Why does that matter?”
    “It doesn’t, really, but I’m glad you haven’t. I want you to feel every bit of this pain.”
    Brittany took his right hand and spread his fingers on the floor. She took the hammer and smashed each finger