I’ll kill them.
“Let Bonnie leave,” I go on. “This is between you and me, right? I’m the bitch who killed your friends. I’m the one who drugged you at the bar the night you overdosed. Everything you’re blaming her for is on me.”
His eyes bulge at the admission. He straightens his lax elbow, teeth grinding.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
I chuckle to try and hide some of the fear coiling through me. “Oh, you still didn’t know? I thought you’d figured it out by now. Blue wig. Masked womanactuallyinterested in you… You were so busy bragging about yourself, you didn’t see it. Though, that’s what you always counted on with the others, right? They wouldn’t notice until they woke up the next morning in your bed?”
Bonnie grips my waist.
“How were you hoping Bonnie would wake up, huh?” I ask him, rage rising. “Were you betting someone would find her on the bathroom floor after all of you were done? That she’d be soscared she wouldn’t ask for a kit at the hospital? Or maybe you were hoping once she was terrified of the road, Young Decay would come crawling back to beg you to be their drummer again?”
“The little cunt deserved it,” he sneers, gaze shifting to Bonnie. “You deserved worse.”
I shudder to keep my rage from becoming irrational. My legs bend slightly, heels digging into the floor. I’m ready to pull her to the ground the moment he decides to shut his trap. I can give her time to get to the steps. I can lunge at him, make him shoot the ceiling—
“Let her leave,” I say. “Last time I’m asking nicely.”
“Oh yeah? What are you going to do? Hit me?” he asks, chuckling.
“Should we ask your friends?” I say, and his smile falters. “What about Patrick? Maybe he can… Oh, that’s right. He had his throat cut out by some vigilante, right? Let’s see. Lance? Aw. I hear he looked really cute deep-throating that gun before it blew off. And… hm… what was the other one’s name… Travis? Oh—” I snap my finger. “—Trevor, that’s right. I was told he made an adorable rag doll.” I tilt my head, my insides rifling at the look on his face.
“Who did I miss?”
“You fucking bitch,” he sneers. “You don’t know who you’ve fucked with. The money you just lost—”
“No? Tell me,” I say.
Because I’m all ears.
Tell me who is coming after us next.
“You put their entire band in jeopardy,” he says. “If you hadn’t been nosy. If you hadn’t interfered—”
“Youwhat?” I almost shout. “Would’ve been happy getting your dick wet? Returned to the band like a hero? Exploited them out of thousands of dollars to pay off your gambling debts? Or,no, did you just want to get back in the band so you could helpDamientraffic women? Is that how you were paying off your debts?”
Rad’s mouth snaps shut. His weight shifts. He’s fuming and grasping for his next words, and I’m trying to keep it together as I realize I fucking nailed him.
Holy shit.
I was right.
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” he says.
“So, that picture on Jeff’s desk wasn’t of you?” I ask. “The car who picked you up after the strip club wasn’t part of his old crew?”
“You don’t know anything,” he repeats.
“Then tell me,” I say. “You like to run your mouth, get the blame off of you. Tell me who I should be after instead.”
“It doesn’t matter. You’re going to be dead in a few minutes anyway.”
I scoff. “Yeah? Let’s fucking find out.”
I shove Bonnie back and lunge at Rad before he has a chance to recoil. My hand slips around the gun. I push him backward, gun toward the ceiling. We’re falling. Just when I think the gun is going to go off, I wrestle it free. It falls to the ground behind us, and hell breaks loose.
It’s a scramble of kicking and shoving, punching and ramming. He’s fucking strong—much stronger than any of his friends. My fist strikes his face, but he bulldozes me backward, striking me in the jaw.
