Page 162 of To All the Guys I Killed Before

“Big, bad Officer Timms accidentally killed his replacement, then panicked and blamed it on the woman who did the replacing—and he couldn’t even get that to stick.” She gives a tinkling laugh. “Pretty pathetic, if you ask me.”

God, my baby’s smart.

“You want to talk about pathetic, you used-up slut?” Rage twists his face until he claws it back under control. Then he turns to me with a horrible smile. “You recognize her, right? From the video?”

Fuck.

“What video?” My thumb strokes Rue’s back when she stiffens. It’s the only bit of comfort I can offer her, delivered at the one point of contact Timms can’t see.

“Oh, she’s a star, man. Sucks that it got deleted from the forum a couple of months ago. Goddamn glitch,” he mutters.

“I’m the glitch, motherfucker,” Felicity hisses into our ears. I expect Pell to shush her, but after her outburst, there’s nothing else.

Timms crosses to stand directly in front of Rue, his dick at eye level in those floppy shorts as he pushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Good news,” he says. “I saved it to my phone before it disappeared. It’s so rewatchable.” His words are for me, but his eyes are on her. “You won’t believe how good she looks when she’s getting face-fucked.”

“You’re disgusting,” Rue snarls, lunging forward and snapping her teeth with enough force that Timms skitters himself and his sad little dick out of biting range. I don’t have to make a show of hauling her back; she’s fighting like hell to reach him even though I’m restraining her.

Timms ignores her as he swipes through his phone. “Here we go. You’re gonna love it, man.”

He holds his phone up enticingly.

“No, I…”

I can’t bear this.

“I don’t go to those parts of the forum,” I say stiffly. It’s what his stepbrother said before we killed him, and for fuck’s sake, please let Timms leave it at that.

He doesn’t, of course.

“You owe it to yourself, brother.” He holds the phone out to me again.

Joe needs to watch. Joe would leap at the chance to watch.

“Yeah, okay. If it’s as good as you say it is.” I let Rue go, risking the lightest brush of my finger along her neck as I walk around her to stand next to Timms, frantically calculating how to get her through this with the least amount of damage.

Joe would make it hurt.

“I want her to watch me watch it,” I force out.

Timms’s face splits into a grin. “Fucking sick, bro. Do it.”

He hands me his phone—fingerprints, fuck—but when he doesn’t move from my side, I raise my brows.

“Did you want to be standing next to me when I get a boner?”

He lifts his hands. “You’re right. Sorry, man.” He shuffles backward to lean against the wall behind me. “Enjoy.”

I position myself so I’m between the woman I love and the monster at my back.

“Eyes on me, killer.”

She lifts her gaze to my face, her expression blank.

If she can bear it, so can I.

I love you. I hate this. I won’t look down. I won’t watch.