Something inside me is thrilled, vibrating with a sick, electric joy that makes my vision pulse.
“Wait,” Wes says.
The sound reaches me and irritates something deep. My head tilts mechanically. Inside, something howls.
Control is gone.
“Get out of my way.”
“You’re walking straight into a death sentence,” he shouts, his neck cords bulging, fear forcing the words out harder than conviction ever could.
His eyes flick everywhere before they settle on mine. When they do, something in him falters. Ah, even his fear feeds the monster inside my skull.
“I agree with you. I do,” he says, voice thin and breaking. “But you’ll never get into the mansion like this.”
I remain quiet, waiting for him to finish and stop scraping at my nerves.
“You’re covered in blood,” he adds, swallowing hard. “Calvano’s men will see you coming from miles away, and they won’t hesitate.”
My fingers tighten in that fucker’s hair, my grip locking like a reflex. Wes’s words hit a nerve I was already seconds away from tearing out.
“And what’s your proposal?”
“Calm the fuck down,” he rasps. “Gear up. Helmet on. You wanna make it past the door or not?”
My eyes roll back in contempt.
“You can lose your mind later. Get to his fucking office first,” he adds.
I hate it, but he’s right.
That’s what really sets me off.
That the fucker is fucking right …
Of all the goddamn things.
“Don’t be stupid before you even get to him.”
The beast in my head snarls, furious at the leash, screaming to finish it. It wants noise. Mess. It wants bodies to learn the lesson the hard way.
I want that too. God, I do.
However, I force it down, shove it back into its cage, and feel it slam against the bars and spit at me for the betrayal. Just for now.
I let Anderson’s head fall to the ground and clap twice as a slow, sinister smirk spreads across my face.
“I’m impressed, Leslie.” I cross my arms.
His breathing comes out more forced. “Do you trust me?”
“Nope.”
“I know Calvano better than you ever will.” He walks up to me and looks me dead in the eyes. Points for his bravery.
“I worked for him for years. But if you’re dead-set on walking into a fucking death trap, be my guest. You’re doing me a favor. One less bullet I gotta waste.”
Fuck …
