This bitch needed to go.
“Ah!” she cried out, trying to twist with her arm.
I was seeing red, my body wired with rage. I was fucking sick of these shady bitches trying to weasel their way into our lives. First, it was Juliet. I’d killed her bitch ass. Then, it was Celeste. Also guilty of murder. And now….
What was another one?
The cracking of her arm let me know I’d broken it on her.
She let out a cry, tears trailing down her cheeks.
I released her arm and grabbed her dress before throwing it at her.
“Get the fuck out of my house,” I said, my chest heaving. “Before it’s your fucking neck I break next. You wouldn’t be the first fucking one.”
She staggered to her feet, sobbing the whole way, and left the house, her tits out.
Enzo might kick my ass tomorrow, but I’d done him a favor.
“You didn’t see a damn thing,” I said softly. “I know you weren’t sleeping.”
Ryder chuckled softly from his spot on the couch. “You’re a maniac.”
“I am.”
“That bitch knocked Rosalie’s ice cream all over her today. Made Rosalie cry.”
I ground my teeth at his words.
“Then maybe I will break her fucking neck next time,” I murmured.
“You think there will be a next time?”
“There is always a next time with cunts like her. Have a good night, Ryder. Again, sorry about the lamp.”
“I’m sorry about my fist.”
“What?” I looked over at him and caught his fist to my face.
I groaned and stumbled back.
“Motherfucker,” I mumbled. “Prick cocksucking bastard.”
“I’m tired, or I’d have hit you harder. Next time, bitch.”
I’d have fought him back, but I deserved it.
“Work on your aim, dick,” I grumbled, shoving past him. “You hit me on the cheek.”
“Noted,” he muttered, flopping back onto the couch and pulling his blanket up.
Jesus Christ. Today had been a long day.
I wokethe following morning with Rosalie wrapped around me. I grinned like a fool.
“Sorry,” she murmured, making to pull away from me.
“Oh no, you don’t,” I said, tugging her back to me. “Right here. This is where you belong.”
