Jack P.O.V.

I slammed open the door, not giving a shit if it broke. Y/n seemed to be keeping a distance from me which was probably a good idea.

There was no way in hell I was letting that mother fucker torture my daughter like he did my girl.

I stop when I hear screaming coming from somewhere. It was Jacklyn. Had to be.

"The basement!" Y/n said, running off in one direction. I followed her to a door which was locked. I growled angrily, "Oh for fuck sake."

I kick down the door, sending down the flight of stairs with me racing down behind it. There was enough time for me to see him on her with his hands in places they aren't meant to be.

I pulled him off her and dragged him to the ground, ready to punch, when a gun was pointed in my face. I stopped, my eyes wide as I stared at the gun pointed at me.

"Check mate, Sean." Mike chuckled. He pushed me off and stood up, brushing himself off as he walked back towards Jacklyn. She had a large bloody bruise on her forehead, blood had dripped over her eyes and dried.

She scooted away from us and against the pole in the middle of the room, a horrified look on her face.

Mike chuckled, "You know, Sean.. I deserve to get what I want. You killed my brother and you have the audacity to treat me this way."

"You didn't even love your brother. You just have a sick mind and enjoy everyone elses' misery."

"Your daughter has a quality that reminds me of her mother.. I did love her at one point.. Things just.. Changed. You killed my brother and Y/n helped. So, your daughter pays the price."

First Y/n.... Now Jacklyn.. He's a dead mother fucker.

"Try me once, shame on you. Try me twice and your as good as dead. Why don't you stop being a pussy about this and face me? What's wrong? Too fucking good for that? Can handle a man? Is that why you harass vulnerable girls? Because you can't handle dealing with a man? How shameful." I chuckled, knowing full well a gun was still being pointed at me.

"I could beat you, easily."

"Then why don't you? Too much of a bitch? Can't put up a fight? Sexually harasses women because you're a fucking little bitch."

Mike looked very pissed, but that was the point.

He started to walk closer to Jacklyn, so this time I decided to push him a bit further, "Don't go to the child for cover? What's that gonna do? Face me! Face me like a man! Face me instead of acting like the cunt you are!"

I was suddenly knocked to the ground, my throat being clamped shut. Mike was on top of me, trying so hard to choke me to death. His face was the definition of furious, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You don't know what it's like you bastard!!"

"Jack!!" Y/n shrieked, but I tried to focus. I grabbed his hand and pushed his fingers against the joint, making him let go enough for me to roll over and get on top of him.

I growled, more anger resonating off of me than him, "You rape the live of my life! You nearly kill me!! Then you try to assault my daughter?! I don't know what it's like?!! What hell could you have gone through that is worse than the shit they have?!!! You don't deserve to breathe the same air as them!!"

I squeezed his neck, shutting his air circulation, wanting him to suffer. I wanted him to go through hell.

"How would you like it if someone did that shit to you?! You sick bastard!!"

Mike was beginning to turn blue and soon I thought he would pass out, but suddenly, I was pulled off.

I looked around and realized Y/n had hand cuffs and she cuffed him to the pole, pulling Jackie away from him.

"Where did you get those?"

"You don't want to know.." She frowned as she pulled Jackie into her arms, "I'm so sorry my precious baby.. I am so sorry.. I wish that had never happened.."

I looked over at Mike, who was coughing and trying to catch his breathe. I growled, disgusted by him, wanting to be able to suffocate him, but instead I walked over to the girls.

I smiled, kneeling down and hugging them both, "I'm sorry to you both.."

Jackie looked around, "I'm sorry.. I talked to the stranger and I shouldn't have.."

"It's okay. We just need to find a better babysitter.."

I stood up and walked over to Mike, who was struggling to get himself free. I chuckled and kneeled down, far enough away that he couldn't touch me, but close enough that the girls couldn't hear.

"Karma's a bitch, ain't it?" I asked, smiling as he angrily thrashed around, "I'll kill you."

I tilted my head, "Really? Because from how I see it.. You might just have life in prison.. Or worse the death penalty. But even death is too good for you."

"You will both regret the day you messed with me."

"I regret nothing, except not taking care of you from the very beginning. Here's a useful word of advice while you're in prison," I stood up, brushing myself off, "Don't drop your soap until you know you can handle a man."

"Fuck off."

"You know what Mike. I hope you fucking rot in that cell.. I hope it's fucking hell for you."

I turned away from him and pulled out my phone, "Enjoy your final alone time, Mike."

I walk upstairs with the girls, locking the basement door before I dialled 911.