Page 93 of Make You Mine

Because truly, I’ve got my answer.

There’s no way in hell this man talked to anyone about me. Or about our past.

And he’s the only one left who knows shit.

He can barely remember how to play poker, let alone what I did.

It’s sad what he’s become. But he deserves it. He deserves every single thing he got.

Fucking karma. It’s a bitch.

“See you around, Miranda.” I nod toward her as I pass her on the sofa. “Russell.” I wave as I sneak out of the front door, as quickly and quietly as I came in.

I don’t show my feelings. I’m used to it.

But as I get into my car and start driving, it becomes hard to control myself.

Kill him, the voice inside my head says again. Make him pay.

I fucking wish I could. I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, accelerate just to feel a rush, something other than this anger inside. I’m really holding myself from screaming.

I’ve got nothing. I’m back to square one.

28

MADELYN

I’m going to commit a felony. Because of him. Because of all this shit he’s making me go through.

As if I didn’t have enough with telling Kayden I love him after having him between my legs with his tongue inside me. I may love him, I do.

But I didn’t want it to come out that way. Or at that time. I’m not even sure who or what I want right now.

That’s why I have to do this. Stop my stalker. Peel off his mask. See who he truly is.

He should let me decide for myself if I want him or not. It needs to be over tonight.

I don’t need an anonymous stalker who’s constantly seducing me with danger and teasing me with sex toys.

I’m confused enough as it is.

So, here I am, ignoring the grunt in my stomach while Hannah finishes hanging the last decoration for our haunted house on the ceiling, and I hold a ladder open for her.

Once done, she steps down, and we move the ladder to a corner of the room.

The whole first floor of the school is covered in black fabric, the walls creating a big fat shadow. Skeletons and bats hang from the ceiling, and bigger statues of different types of monsters stand by the entrances of classrooms where teachers dressed in black gowns with masks will be popping up to scare off students.

It may not be scary in itself, but with the lights off and having no idea where you’re going, it’s a whole new experience.

We head to the teachers’ lounge to pick up our things. We’re the last ones at school. Everyone else’s duties for the charity event are done. Decorations in place, snack table prepared with dry snacks, ticket box in order, gowns and masks have been given out.

“Wanna go grab a bite together?” Hannah asks, slinging her handbag over her shoulder. “I feel like splurging today.”

“I’d love to.” I pout. “But I have some grading to finish up here first. You go ahead and treat yourself, babe. Don’t want to delay you.”

“You are not.” Hannah folds her arms. She’s willing to wait for me.

“It’s okay. I’ll be here for a while. Workaholic and all.”