“I asked why you pulled my hair, jackass,” she snapped.
I curled my lip at her interruption.
Another nail in her coffin.
She rubbed at her scalp, waiting for my response, as if I’d waste my breath giving her one. I never answered for my violence.
“What’s your name?” I questioned.
I already knew it, obviously.
But I wanted to hear it leave her mouth. Hear how it sounded in her voice.
That way, I’d have something I could replay while planning all the things I’d do to her.
She reared back, as if I’d asked her for a lung. “Excuse me?”
I leaned in as close as I could to the desk. “Your. Name.”
Her attitude sharpened. “That’s none of your concern.”
“It’s fully my concern.”
Her thick brows furrowed. “My first name is Fuck Off. And my last? It’s I’m Reporting You to Arisono If You Pull My Hair Again.” She looked smug, clearly proud of her lame answer.
I kicked my feet up on the desk, appreciating her smart mouth. I’d punish her for it later, though.
I stared at her with pure satisfaction. “Your parents should be shot for giving you that name. Provide me with their address, and I’ll do you that favor.”
She gaped at me, her mouth falling open.
I half expected her to give me some sob story about a dead parent. Not that I’d care if she did.
Instead of arguing, she huffed and spun back around.
I chuckled. Joke was on her.
Cedric stared at me as I rolled my shoulders and pulled my knife from my pocket. I ran my finger over the blade, checking for any trace of Marv’s blood. I’d cleaned it well last night.
Cedric’s attention shifted from me to Blair.
Of course, it’d take violence to pry his attention away from texting whatever poor girl he was fucking over. Last time I had stolen his phone, I’d noticed he sent a chick’s nudes to her priest. The fucker loved violence and cruelty as much as I did.
It made sense, given we were both Marchettis. Cruelty came naturally.
I leaned forward, and my fingers twitched as I wrapped them back around Blair’s ponytail. This time, I yanked it hard enough that I knew her scalp would hurt for days.
A loud gasp rattled from her lungs. Smirking, I wrapped her hair around my wrist, holding it like a leash as she shrieked, struggling to escape my grip.
Nelson paused his lecture.
I was providing better entertainment than his mediocre teachings anyway.
I steadied my hand and cut her hair cleanly as the chair rocked underneath her.
All eyes were on us, witnessing her humiliation.
A bonus I hadn’t planned.
