Truth is, I feel nothing.
If there’s something in Ezra’s pocket he wants to show me—a knife, a gun—he’d better take it out before I add him to mycollection. But he just stands there with his hand in his pocket, staring at me with glassy eyes through a misshapen face that was once as beautiful as Kai’s.
“You want to know why I paid for Kai’s lawyer?” I say, stepping forward. The cold air gusts against my robe and damp hair, causing goosebumps over my skin.
“Yeah,” Ezra murmurs. His hand shifts inside his pocket, and he blinks rapidly, repeating himself in a stronger voice. “Yeah.”
I lift my chin, every inch the arrogant fuck Ezra says I am as I stare into his mangled face.
“It was the least I could do,” I say slowly, relishing every word as it leaves my mouth. “After he got on his knees for me and showed me what his pretty mouth could do.”
Ezra goes still.
Completely, utterly still.
I watch Ezra’s face cycle through shock and disgust, and what might even be grief, and I genuinely don’t care.
“You’re lying,” he whispers.
I step close enough to see the pulse in his throat. “Your baby brother came to my office on Thursday. I sucked his cock until he came down my throat. And he loved it. In fact, he would have let me fuck him right there on my desk if we hadn’t been interrupted.”
“Stop,” Ezra spits out with a pained breath.
“He tastes like Haven, you know. They must fuck constantly. It’s like getting both of them at once every time I?—“
Ezra’s fist flies for my face again, but this time I’m ready.
I grab him, but put enough force behind the blow to send me stumbling back into the doorframe.
“You twisted fuck!” Ezra screams, all pretense of control gone. “You fucking predator! My brother isn’t—he would never?—“
“Never what? Want a man?” I shove his hand away, tug my robe straight. “Or is it just that he’d never wantyou?”
The shock on Ezra’s face is clear from the way his skin pales. “I’ll kill you.”
“You’re not a killer, Ezra.” I straighten, squaring my shoulders. “You’re a victim.”
He lunges at me again.
I sidestep, catch his arm, and use his momentum to slam him against the doorframe. He struggles, but he’s let himself go since his stay in the hospital, too weak to fight back.
“Listen carefully,” I say against his ear. “You’re going to stop messaging me. Forget I exist. Forget your brother exists. Forget his trailer trashgirlfriendexists. And if you ever try to speak to me again?—“
“What?” he pants, still fighting my grip. “You’ll kill me?”
“Why wait,”Bad Wolf whispers.“Do it now. Wrap your hands around his throat and squeeze. Take your photo and share it with your friends. It’s been so long since you’ve spoken to them…”
The temptation is nearly overwhelming. But honestly, I’d just prefer not to have to deal with cleaning up all that blood right now.
I release him with a shove that sends him stumbling.
“Why would I kill you when I can have so much more fun destroying you?”
“You piece of shit,” he spits out. “I’ll?—“
I point a finger at him, my voice shuddering as I struggle against the urge to drag him inside the house and splash his blood all over my fucking carpets.
“Threaten me again, and I’ll burn your life to the ground.”
