Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“Just like you’re not going to like the repercussions of coming onto mine. Tell me, how’re your brothers doing? I trust they’re becoming well acquainted with their new housing situation.”
His face falls as if only just realizing who’s responsible for putting his scumbag brothers behind bars. To be honest, I’m a bit disappointed in him. His father dearest had worked it out in no time. I guess there’s a communication issue between the family. I had originally planned the same fate for Marco, but in his case it was a little different. It would have been as easy as handing over my home security footage to the cops, showing the moment he ended Maryne’s life but I found myself holding onto it.
I think I always knew I’d end up here but I had to try to be better, for Ocean’s sake. She deserves someone good. I guess I’m not him.
The twins were occupied, the boys had gone home, and Milo was keeping Ocean busy with the latest gossip on the guys from BSA. It was too easy to just slip out the doors. Hell, I’m sure I’ll even be able to slip back in without anyone blinking a damn eye.
Marco spits, keeping his gaze locked straight ahead. “You’re going to fucking die for that.”
I jam the gun under his chin, stepping into him and watching as the force of the gun pushes his chin up. “You see, that’s where you’re wrong. How are you going to tell them when you’re already dead? But don’t you worry, I have plans for them too.”
Marco’s jaw clenches, finally realizing just how much trouble he’s in. “I should have fucking shot you when I had the chance.”
“Yeah,” I laugh. “You should have. It’s funny how the tables have turned, isn’t it?”
“You won’t get away with this.”
“That’s just the thing, Marco. I already have. Now get on your fucking knees so I can end you just like you ended Maryne.”
Marco tries to pull away from the barrel of my gun but I keep on him, not giving him anything to work with. “Who the fuck is Maryne?”
My fist slams up into ribs, winding him. He buckles over and as he goes, I kick his feet out from under him, dropping his dead ass to the dirty as fuck floor. “Don’t speak her fucking name,” I growl, jamming the gun under his chin once again. “Tell me, how did you picture you were going to die? I bet you never pictured your brains being painted all over your shitty little kitchen for your father to find.”
“Fuck you.”
I twist my wrist back and forth, playing with the barrel under his chin, making him hyper-aware of it. “Any last words?”
His eyes sharpen with hatred and I laugh at his pain. “Go to hell,” he spits, knowing damn well that I'll never spare him, not in a million years.
My lips twist into a sick grin as my finger touches down on the trigger, hovering there as I prepare to take exactly what Maryne deserves.
I meet Marco’s eyes, showing him the devil who lives inside of me. My voice lowers with a deadly promise as a satisfying, sick laugh tears out of me. “I’ll see you there.”
BANG!
Chapter 28
I lay across my bed on Sunday night, staring up at Milo as he crashes down on my bed. “So, were you ever going to tell me how you ended up screwing Spencer under the bleachers? Actually no, go from before that. Tell me how you guys ended up getting close in the first place. I just can’t wrap my head around it. You realize this is Spencer, right? Like mousy brown-haired, blue-eyed, looks like a good boy but is actually the devil with a wicked jawline Spencer?”
“Yes,” he laughs. “I know who he is and as if you can deny that he’s one of the most attractive guys you’ve ever laid your eyes on?”
“I mean, yeah, he totally is and don’t get me wrong here, I’m completely aboard the Spencer train to pound town, but I thought you didn’t like him? You always made out like he was a bit of a douche.”
“I did,” he clarifies. “He’s always been the biggest douche but after getting to know him and stripping away that shield that he always has up, he’s actually a really cool guy. I think we could actually have something real going on.”
My brows fly up. “No shit?”
“Yeah,” he laughs. “I think he liked to hide behind his attitude so no one got in and saw the real him. He’s just like me. He’s been terrified of being himself because of how unaccepted guys like us are around here.”
“But hasn’t he always been a bit of a slut?”
“With chicks? Not really. There’s a lot of rumors about him with girls but they're just that. Rumors. He said that he’s been with one chick and has never been softer in his life— and that was the turning point for him. That's when he realized that he was definitely gay and he's been hiding it ever since.”