The sound made me flinch.
“Shut your fat fucking mouth,” he snarled.“Everything about you is just fucking fat.”
The words hit hard, but not the way they used to.
Not enough to break me.
Not now.
Jude growled beneath him, shifting.
Jesse pressed down harder.
“You move again,” he said calmly, “and I’ll put a bullet right between her eyes.”
Jude went still, but I could feel the rage rolling off him from across the room.
“What do you want from me?”I asked, forcing the words out.
Jesse laughed.A sharp, unhinged sound.“You?”he said.“You were just a means to an end.”
My stomach twisted.
“Let them go,” Jude grunted.
“Like you let Timmy, Jonas, Rocket, and Dusty go?”Jesse shot back.
Something flickered across Jude’s face.
Recognition.
Understanding.
Fear.
And that scared me more than anything.
“No,” Jesse continued.“I think I’ll kill your little bitch and her friend… then you.”He leaned down closer to Jude.“And then I’ll go to your clubhouse and finish the rest.”He smiled.“The name’s Jester,” he said.“Northbound Reapers for life.”
My blood ran cold.
Clove.
Star.
This was all connected.
No.
No, I wasn’t letting this end like this.
Jester was focused on Jude and I knew that was my chance.
I wiggled my fingers at Lark.
“What?”she whispered.
I pointed to the container of metal ice cream scoops.
