A right.
A left.
A right.
It was like autopilot, where the fury took him.
To that fucking house where he knew Matthew went.
Right in the middle of a decent family neighborhood, but there was something about this one that smacked of indecency.
The innocuous one-story bleeding corruption.
At the curb, Cash came to a skidding stop.
And he was out.
A savage storm that stalked up the walkway.
He didn’t knock.
He kicked open the door.
The wood banged against the interior wall.
Shock sent Jaimie catapulting off the couch, and the bong he was inhaling from crashed to the floor. “The fuck are you doing in here?”
“You piece of shit. You did it. You killed them.” Cash didn’t recognize his own voice. The vicious snarl he emitted.
Maybe when his soul had died, he’d been possessed.
Understanding dawned on the monster’s face, and he cocked an arrogant smirk, tilted his head as he laughed a mocking sound. “So you’re the superstar who couldn’t throw one single game? Fair’s fair, isn’t it? Matthew knew the score. If he didn’t come through, he was dead.”
Jaimie raised his hands out to the sides as if he were completely innocent. “That fire? I was only doing what I was told. You see, I’m the kind of guy that comes through, unlike you. Can’t help it that your parents got in the way.”
Cash lunged for him, but before he got there, Jaimie pulled out a knife.
The metal glinted against the sunlight that streamed in through the window.
Yet, it somehow didn’t deter Cash. Did nothing to stop him from hurling himself for the bastard.
Jaimie whipped the knife through the air, and Cash ducked out of the way before he caught Jaimie around the waist. They toppled to the ground in a pile of flailing arms and legs. Jaimie had Cash by at least four years, but Cash was faster.
Stronger.
Only he imagined his body type had nothing to do with it.
It was entirely the fact that he’d come unhinged.
There was nothing left to tether him to sanity.
He had one goal.
Revenge.
His own death didn’t matter.
They tussled, each vying for dominance. Cash had one hand wrapped around Jaimie’s wrist that held the knife while he spread a hand over Jaimie’s face to tack him down. He slammed his hand to the ground.
