And no, it hasnothingto do with the fact that he was here with Danielle.
I’ll deal with that spy he planted by Kane’s side later, but for now…
I slam Marcus against the wall of the narrow alleyway at the back of the club. The light from the lamppost shines so dimly, no one will see when I turn him into a corpse.
The asshole is smirking at me with that provocative look in his eyes that seems to work every fucking time.
What is it about this prick that grinds my gears?
A question I asked Dr. Duret after the mini freak-out I had on her couch. In pure Dr. Duret fashion, she remained completely calm and said I need to look inside myself for the answer.
Which is aheck no. We’re not opening that Pandora’s box that’s dormant somewhere in me.
What I can do, however, is fuck my problems up. Works like a charm every time.
I tighten my grip on Marcus’s throat as I lean close into his space. But then I pause because now I’m drenched by his overpowering scent.
Fuck—the way he smells isaddicting.
It’s been only a few days since I last saw him, but it feels like forever ago. And usually,logically,I shouldn’t give a fuck.
I certainly couldn’t care less about the girls who are vying for my attention.
But that’s the thing, no? He hasn’t been vying for my attention since the locker room. He didn’t even send a text after the game like he did the other time.
Not that Iwantedhim to, and anyone who says I was checking my phone in the locker room is spreading fake news.
The point is, there’s been no trace of him, and to that, Itrulysay good riddance.
But then he had to show up with fucking Dixie on his arm in my goddamn town.
“Is this your way of saying you miss me?”
A slight strain coats his roughly spoken words due to the choking, but he’s not fighting, letting both his arms rest on either side of him.
In fact, he’s been strangely cooperative since I grabbed him in the club. It can’t possibly be because he recognizes his stupid mistake.
So why the fuck is he not trying to hit back?—
No. Forget it. I won’t allow the degenerate to sneak into my head and send me into an endless loop of nothingness.
I plaster on a smirk. “Funny way to refer to attemptedmurder, but sure, if it makes you die faster, you can think I missed you.”
“I don’t think. I believe.”
“Your beliefs need a better proof system.”
“Oh? I’m sure it’s perfectly fine. You, on the other hand, seem to be bothered by something. Care to tell me what it is?”
“Aside from your stupid face?”
His eyes taper with a hint of amusement. “Yes, aside from that.”
“Why don’t you dig into your actions and figure out what you’ve done wrong?”
“Me?”
“Yes, you.”
