Page 141 of His Wicked Revenge

Her face twists. “What?”

“You really think that I believe that you coming back into my life was for a good reason? That you wanted to make amends?”

“It’s the truth!” Her voice is laced with a hint of anger.

“All you do is lie!” I yell.

“Me? You just said you didn’t believe me, so what does that mean, Leo? That you were pretending to love me this entire time?”

With a cruel smirk, I give a slight bow. “Learned from the best.”

Quit dragging this out. Do it already.

Standing straight, I close the gap between us with the knife pointed at her stomach. Right where I put that X. “So what’s the plan? You going to stab me like I stabbed you?”

“Sort of.”

Kill her.

The tip of the knife presses against the X marked on her body through her sweatshirt, causing her lips to part. The tears still spill from her eyes, but she holds in the cries. She stares at me with wet eyes, pleading for me not to do this.

“Leo—” Her voice is so small due to the fear flowing throughout her body.

One hard thrust of your hand, and it will all be over.

“I know,” I tell the voice in my head, but I still don’t move my hand.

“I thought you forgave me,” Veronica whispers, her scared, doe eyes searching mine.

I thought I forgave her, too.

Her lies infested my mind and made me think she was worth the forgiveness she craved. That she was worth the love she could never give to someone else. Veronica can’t provide love, and she sure as hell doesn’t deserve forgiveness.

“Maybe in another life I’ll forgive you, because I won’t be able to forgive you in this one.”

What are you waiting for? Stop being a little bitch and do it!

I raise my hand and smack the side of my head three times. “Shut up!”

Veronica stares at me with horror as I yell out to no one. Her body shakes just as much as her voice. “Leo?”

Kill her now!

In one swift move, I sink the knife into her.

She gasps, in too much shock to scream out from the pain. Her head drops to where the knife is buried into her body. Blood seeps onto her clothing, turning her cream sweater a dark shade of red. She raises her head slowly, looking into my eyes. Her eyes still shine, but the tears have stopped.

Bringing my lips to her forehead, I press a gentle kiss. Backing away, I look down at her while I watch the life fade from her eyes.

“Keeping you was never part of the plan.”

I pull the knife out of her, and she immediately moves her hands to her wound. With every passing second, her body is becoming unsteady.

She sways back and forth, unable to form words while trying to stop the bleeding. It won’t help. I made sure not to go precisely in the same spot as she did when she stabbed me.

I made sure it was fatal.

Her skin grows pale, and her head slowly lifts to where she stares at me through her lashes. Her mouth is drawn open, and the lipstick that lines her lips is almost non-existent as they grow just as pale as her skin.