The air leaves my lungs in a harsh whoosh.
“I took care of Ella.” He scowls. “Obsessive fucking junkie.”
“Ella didn’t deserve to die,” I choke out.
Matt’s eyes snap to me. “She hurt you.”
“You hurt me!” I snap.
“It was worth it to get rid of the trash.” He drags a hand through his hair. “At least Hadley was easier.”
Heat flashes through me so fast my vision blurs.
“The picture at lunch…” Cullen breathes.
Matt rolls his eyes. “Cloud storage isn’t hard to hack if you have half a brain.”
The gun swings between us, like he’s playing eeny meanie miny moe.
“I just kept pulling people away from you.” He smiles dreamily. “One by one. Smaller circle. More room for me.”
“Fucking psycho,” Cullen mutters beside me.
The gun snaps in Cull’s direction.
“There’s still one thing left—.”
Archer lunges.
He slams into Matt hard enough to send both of them crashing into the wood planks.
The gun goes off.
The shot blasts into the air as they hit the planks in a tangle of limbs and fists.
“Motherfucker,” Archer screams, swinging his fist. Matt snarls and swings back.
Then Archer’s knee connects with the gun.
It flies from Matt’s hand and skids across the wood.
I dive for it.
Behind me, Cullen shouts something I can’t make out over the ringing in my ears.
My fingers brush cold metal—
A grunt sounds behind me.
I turn just in time to see Matt shove Archer off of him. Archer crashes hard onto the planks, blood spilling from his nose.
I hesitate a second too long.
Matt grabs my ankle and yanks hard.
My back slams against the ground hard enough to knock the air from my lungs.
Matt crashes onto me a second later, knees pinning my hips, hands grabbing at my shirt.
