“Jaxon,” Fionn says gently, and finally, I let her go.
She sucks in air, her body shaking.
“She deserves to die,” I grit out.
“Aye, she does. But I need information from her first.”
I glare at him, and it all sinks in. “So, that’s why you’ve been so helpful?”
He gives a non-committal shrug. “We helped each other.”
“Not if she doesn’t end up dead, we haven’t.”
“Trust me, she’ll be dead. I’ll even let you do it.”
Someone puts their hand around my arm, and without thinking, I swing.
“Whoa!” someone shouts, as someone else grunts and swears.
“Fucking prick!”
“Hey!”
Fionn is at my side again, standing between me and someone else. Someone I don’t recognize.
“Tell a man before you touch him, Hizzy,” Fionn warns, then turns to me. “Go on out in the hall. This is private. I’ll call you back in when it’s time.”
“Fuck you!” I bark, lurching toward him.
He shakes his head, putting his arm out to stop me.
“Sure. Be angry. I don’t care. But the sooner you leave, the sooner we can get the fuck out of here.”
I let out a long and angry growl before storming out the door. Someone follows me and stands guard as I pace the hallway,muttering to myself about how fucking pissed I am. The only good thing out of this is that I get to watch the life leave her eyes.
By the time Fionn comes to get me, I’m sitting on the ground against the wall, my body aching. This shouldn’t bother me so much, and I really don’t know why I’m so affected by it. Vincent and I weren’t friends. I didn’t really care about him, and he had been being a prick lately. But this feels like more than that. It’s not about him directly, it’s about this fucking life and how badly I don’t want any part of it. Sure, it was fun while it lasted, but now I’m over it. The end is here. And I am fucking done.
All I can think about is how badly I want to be with Sailor. I dropped to the ground some time ago, when I realized I left my phone in the car, so I have no idea if she responded or not. Fionn kept me busy all day—that prick who was using me too. The same way my mother tried to. The same Vincent would have, if I hadn’t done what he asked.
They’re all the same. Every last one of them.
“You can have her now.”
I slowly look up at Fionn. “Did she give you what you want?”
“Aye.”
I get to my feet, but he stops me before I go in.
“I’ll make sure they know it wasn’t you,” he says, and I know what he means. He’s not talking about my mother. He’s talking about Vincent.
“Doesn’t fucking matter anymore,” I say, shaking out of his grip and moving into the room.
I hear Fionn tell the guy who was babysitting me that he can send everyone home but to get a cleaning crew in here in thirty minutes. It pisses me off that he’s giving me a time frame, because I’d love to make this bitch suffer for hours. Killing her quickly feels like not enough. I’ve put up with her shit for years. I’ve suffered for years. And she just gets a quick death? It’s unfair.
Finding her has been a massive pain in the ass, and there’s been a lot of bloodshed on the way. This feels too easy. Anticlimactic. I won’t get any satisfaction out of killing her, not like I thought I would, I know that now—but at least she’ll be gone. The world will be a better place without this cunt walking its surface.
She gasps when her eyes find me. One is swollen shut. Her lip is busted.
