I grit my teeth at his audacity.
Me:Unfortunately for you, that’s none of your concern.
Gavin:I can’t believe you’re ditching me for a motherfucking KILLER, Cigs. A murderer. You and I both know that one of these days, Dorran is going to end up in jail, or worse. You really wanna waste your time on someone that can’t even promise you forever?
Me:Who says that’s what I want?
Gavin:It’s what you deserve.
I have to scoff at his text.
Me:I’m done having this conversation with you, Gav. Again: I’m sorry. Whatever we had was fun, but it’s over now.
I wait for a few minutes for him to reply, but when he doesn’t, I throw my phone into my clutch and let go of a slow breath.
I know I can be inconsiderate, but I kinda hope I didn’t hurt Gavin’s feelings. Even though he’s kind of an ass.
Sharp footsteps sound from below me, followed by a set of voices. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but there’s something about one of those voices that causes goosebumps to prick my skin.
I get to my feet so fast that I feel momentarily dizzy, but manage to grab the black railing in front of me before I can stumble.
My heart races, and I feel restless as I look around the foyer beneath me.
Nothing.
I almost convince myself of being wrong, when suddenly, I see a flash of blue, followed by a very similar head of jet-black curls.
Every bit of rationality leaves my body when I see Dorran, flanked by his crew, walking hurriedly towards the bathroom on the ground floor – his shoulders stiff, and his gaze darting around every other second.
And here I thought this night couldn’t test me any more than it already has, but nope, I was wrong.
Fuck my life.
27.
Isneer and kick Andres in the ribs. “Die.” Another kick. “You stupid.” And another kick. “Motherfucker.”
Beside me, Alex sighs. “Heisdead, you weirdo.”
“Not enough,” I hiss, and stare at a very-unalive Andres at my feet.
His gangly frame is twisted in a very awkward position from my brief assault on him, and his face is starting to turn grey – almost ashen.
Our initial kill-order and plan had changed when, upon enteringImperia, Solo had called and informed me that he’d seen Andres entering the restrooms on the ground floor. When my crew and I found him in there, the asshole peed his pants, then tried locking himself in one of the stalls. And, when I didn’t let him do that, he called me a “stupidbitch” and threatened to end me.
Big mistake.
I was going to make him bleed, but Jayce beat me to it and choked the fucker until he was dead.
“You should have let me cut him open,” I tell Jayce, who is fixing the lapels of his grey suit jacket in one of the restroom’s mirrors, but stops and narrows his eyes at me.
“And turn this room into a butcher shop?” he states. “No, thanks.”
I ground my teeth. “It’s what he deserved,” I argue.
“For calling you a bitch?”
“Among other things.”
