Page 236 of 4 Corinthians

I took my gun from her, and she pulled out her knife. If there were any security around, they wouldn't live through the night.

"There's no one inside," Mama said. I stared at her, trying to figure out if she were telling the truth or not. "I have no reason to lie."

"You wouldn't want to," Cori said from beside me.

I walked ahead of them, mindful that Cori was to my left and Mama to my right. When we reached Robert's office, I could hear him talking, more so yelling.

"Call me back, Logan!" He demanded, and I smirked. Logan would never be calling him back.

I pushed his office door open and walked in. My gun was already aimed at his head. Robert looked up, ready to yell at whoever he thought was coming in unannounced, and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Surprised?" I asked him. Without warning, I shot him. Robert grabbed his wounded shoulder and glared at me. He wasn't dumb enough to make a move. At least, not yet. His eyes went from me to the door, and for a brief moment I saw joy. I didn't need to turn around to know it was Cori. His eyes said it all.

"Pet..."

"Corinthians," she corrected him.

Robert nodded and licked his lips. In that moment, I realized how much in love with her he was. His obsession with her would never end.

"Corinthians..." his words trailed off as he watched her take my empty hand. Hatred filled his eyes as our fingers intertwined. "No!" He jumped from his seat, moving his hand from his shoulder and slamming it on the desk. "No."

"Yes," Cori laughed. "Hell yes." She held up her ring finger and smiled. Yale had come through in the clutch with her engagement ring. We'd met months ago to design it. Her finishing it and me picking it up before the engagement party had been perfect timing.

"No! No! No!" Robert slammed his hand on the desk. "You were not supposed to marry him, Pet! You are mine! Only mine!"

"My name is Corinthians!" She yelled back. "Not now, nor has it ever been, Pet! I am not your pet!"

"You are mine!" The vein in the middle of his forehead protruded as he yelled. Anger rippled through his body, and all I could do was smile.

"Robert," I said, making him turn his attention back to me. "Robert!"

"What, Uri!" He yelled, turning his rage on me. "What the fuck do you want, you sorry excuse for a damn son?! What?!"

"Sorry excuse?" I laughed and let Cori's hand go. "Sorry excuse?" I rounded the desk and hit him in the mouth. "Do you know how much shit I've dealt with because of your parenting? Do you know how many sleepless nights I had? And if I did sleep, how many times I woke up in a cold sweat?" I hit him again, making him stumble back and fall into his chair. I wrapped my hands around his neck. "Do you realize how fucked up I am? And it's all because of you! If anyone is a sorry excuse for a son, it's because I had your fucked up ass as a father!"

"I never wanted to be your father," he gasped as I squeezed tighter. "I didn't want you or your brother! Your mother trapped me."

"How could a child trap you?!” I roared. "She was a fucking kid! You're eighteen years older than her!"

I didn't let him go until his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he stopped fighting my hold. Truthfully, I didn't want to let go, but I knew if I didn't, he would die. Robert didn't deserve a quick death. Finally, I let him go and stepped back.

"You okay?" Cori asked.

I looked down at my hands. I wasn't shaking; my bracelet wasn't going off, which meant my heart wasn't racing. I didn't feel anything, which meant I wasn't okay. "No," I told her.

"What do you need?" She asked.

I looked up to see her still in the same spot I'd left her. Her eyes were alert, her left hand tapping against her thigh. She was scared.

"I'm not okay either," she answered, then licked her lips. "Everything is the same in here." She looked around, her eyes never staying on anything longer than a second or two. "The carpet, paint, his desk." Her eyes went to the small claw marks on the desk. "Nothing's changed."

"You don’t have to be here for this," I told her.

She gave me a sad smile, then nodded. "Yes, I do," she said, then laughed softly. "I have to see him die." She looked at me, her pretty ass eyes full of fire. "I want to be the one who kills him."

I smiled. If she had said that she didn't want to be here, I would've understood. But hearing her say that she wanted to be the one who actually killed him made me proud. "What do you have in mind?"

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