Was I always rebellious? Yes.
Did I ever give a shit? Nope.
“Please, Michael.” He pants, shaking his head. “I just want to go home.”
I bend forward and slowly twist the blade in his shoulder, relishing each ragged howl that rips from him as his body convulses. “You will, honey. I’ll make sure of it. I just can’t assure you in how many pieces.”
He sobs, pathetic little tears running down his cheeks.
Adrian sighs behind my back, agitated. “And here I thought I’d walk in on something civilized. Silly me.”
Ugh, this piece of shit.
“Adrian, please …” Neil wheezes, begging like a miserable fuck to whoever is close enough to hear him. As if anyone gives a damn.
How foolish of him to think that the boss’s spoiled brat will save his pathetic ass.
“Ah, the apple of my eye,” I jeer. “Did you finish your homework, boy?” I remove the blade from Neil’s shoulder, causing him to scream again.
“I thought Dad was pretty clear about keeping him alive,” he shouts, trying way too hard to sound dangerous.
He’s all smirk and swagger. He’s the kind of asshole who thinks daddy’s kill list makes him royalty. Adrian’s got that punch-me face. I can feel the urge to crack his skull and watch that smugness drain out of him.
“Chill. He’s still alive.” I wipe my blade on Neil’s clothes.
Adrian pulls out his gun and presses it to my temple. “Don’t you dare throw that mocking, shitty attitude at me, Adam. You’re not half as funny as you think you are.”
He did not …
Everyone in the room freezes. The only sounds I can hear are Adrian’s and Neil’s ragged breaths.
I’m two seconds from smashing that smug look off his face.
I click my tongue. “You confuse me so much, Adrian.” I look down at my clean blade. “I don’t know if you’re trying to impress someone in here or save this filthy cockroach.” I raise a brow. “Either way, you suck at it.”
“I don’t give a shit about him or anyone else,” he hisses, spitting with rage. “Iam the boss here.Igive the orders. Don’t make me remind you what happens when you bite the hand that feeds you.”
I huff out a smile and take a step closer to him. “Remind me. Please.”
“Adrian …” Neil breathes weakly.
“Shut up, you bitch!” Adrian shouts in his face, making him wince.
I choke down a laugh.
“I am going to kill you,” Adrian says, pressing the muzzle harder into my forehead. “I really don’t understand what Dad sees in you, but when I take over this fraternity, I will?—”
“Adrian,” Alaric barks, his voice steady and stupidly commanding.
I lean into the barrel, amused. “Promise me one thing when you ‘take over.’ Replace your face in the mirror with something less … punchable.”
He stares at me, forces down whatever arrogance he can’t afford, then lets the gun drop.
“Good boy.” I smile widely.
Alaric’s slow steps echo off the filthy concrete, snatching the frat boys’ wide-eyed attention. All except mine. My gaze returns to the pathetic fucker dying on the chair in front of me. His head hangs low, blood dripping from his busted lip.
I can practically taste his fear.
