Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
“I will murder you,” she sneers. “Fucking murder you for this! All of you sorry bastards. Austin and my sister ...”
I grip her chin. “No. You won’t. Because if you try anything, and I mean anything, I will hurt you.”
Tears run down her face, smearing her once perfect makeup along with snot and drool. Her blue eyes narrow on me. “You … can’t kill me.” She sucks in a breath. “I’m not one of those fucking bastards Austin wrote about in her journal.” She sniffs. “You won’t get away with this ...”
I smile at her. “You’re right. You’re not.” I can’t kill her. Too many questions will be left unanswered. “But I can make you mine, Becky. I can make you wish you were dead. Every second of every day. From the outside, everyone will think we are in love and happy. No one will know what I do to you behind closed doors. When we’re all alone.” I run my free hand down her bloody neck and feel her pulse race. “How I’ll fuck you. How I’ll beat you. Starve you. Don’t underestimate how fucking evil I can be. And how little you mean to me.” I stand.
“I … hate … you …” She sobs.
I nod to Shane, and he begins to untie her.
“Here.” Bennett hands me her cell. “Everything is gone. I changed all emails and passwords for anything related to Evan Scott and then deactivated his page.”
I drop her phone on the tile and step on it for good measure. Shane picks up the towel and wads it up before placing it in the duffle bag. It’s going with us. Once it dries out, we’ll burn it.
Cole starts dumping peroxide on the tile floor to clean up the blood.
She crawls over to the corner of her bathroom and pulls her legs up to her chest. Her blond hair wild and bloody. She looks so fucking broken. And I give no fucks that I did that to her. This bitch has fucked us over way too many times. She’s the reason Austin was hurt. I consider her my little sister. And she’s tried to hurt Demi, a woman who is quickly becoming my everything.
“Do you love her?” she asks as if she can read my mind.
“Does it matter?”
“Is that why you’re doing this?” she demands. “Because Demi got a little scared? Nothing ever fucking happened to her!” she shouts “She always managed to get away. Unharmed. Untouched.”
I just stare at her.
“Do? You? Love? Her?” She screams so loud, my ears ring.
I walk over to her, and she presses herself further into the wall as I lean over and push some blond strands off her slick face. “I love her more than I could ever love you,” I say truthfully. “Does that make you feel better?”
Her tear-filled eyes narrow up at me, and she sucks in a heavy breath.
“I mean it, Becky. Stay away. I won’t be so kind next time.” Then I give her my back and walk out.
I step out into the dark and cold night as Shane speaks. “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know Kellan …”
Cole punches him in the face.
That was the first thing Shane has said to him since he informed us of the secret he knew.
“I’m sorry.” He stumbles backward, holding up his hands. “Hit me again. I deserve it.”
Cole doesn’t need to be told twice. He hits him so hard this time it throws Shane into the side of Bennett’s car. Blood pours from his nose and a busted lip.
“You knew all this time …” Cole growls and looks him up and down. “I should have beat you to death that night as well. And had Bennett drop your sorry ass to the bottom of the ocean to rot with him.” With that, Cole opens the passenger side door and falls into the car.
DEMI
It’s been a week since the GWS took care of Seth and then made a quick trip to Collins. Austin and I didn’t need to ask what they did there, but we knew. They were going down a list of people who needed to pay for hurting me or threatening them. No one was going to stop them from doing what they do best. I can’t say I feel sorry for any of them.
I lick my lips as I look in the bathroom mirror. My hair is down in big waves. Placing my hands in it, I bend over and fluff it, giving it some volume. Standing, I run my hands down the front of my holey jeans.
We’re having dinner tonight with my mother.
I asked her if I could have some friends over for dinner, and she looked at me like I was someone she’s never met. I know it’s not a good idea, but at this point, I don’t care. I want her to see that Seth is long gone. And that her lovely plan she had for my life is crumbling. Because Deke sure as hell isn’t what she wants for my future.