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“I know,” he agrees, almost deflating. “She pulled me to the bed. Before I knew it, she was kissing me, telling me nothing mattered because she never wanted to come back for you.”
“I don’t care about the details.”
Who wants to hear the sordid details? The fact I had given her an ounce of generosity since she walked back in was a fault I had committed, but now I’m fully prepared to make her feel every loss imaginable.
Her father. Her city. Her best friend.
They’re already mine.
And I had pulled back on taking her sanity, but now I’m not going to be the nice guy.
I’m not going to grant her a reprieve.
I vowed to tear her apart, and I had stepped back on that, merely embarrassing her along the way, but now I want blood. I want Natalia to feel every part of the heartbreak she forced into my life when she left, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake.
“It shouldn’t have happened.” My father’s voice is soft, but not apologetic.
“Doesn’t matter. She’s anyone’s for the fucking taking. It’s taken me too long to see that.”
The relief that washes over my father is almost instant. “Glad you woke up, boy.”
His condescending nickname for me is matched with the same shoulder pat he gives when he leaves any pivotal conversation. I don’t even reply to him. I can barely meet his gaze. I know he’s using my last comment as his get-out clause, and I’ll allow it.
His leaving is a reprieve I welcome, and I breathe a little easier once he’s gone. However, in the mere seconds since my father left, I watch her, but I can’t stand to be in this room with her. As if doing it with my father wasn’t bad enough, she did it in the most unlikely of places, and I can’t bear to look at her.
“Fuck this,” I mutter, and turn to leave.
“Beckett.” Her voice catches, like she’s forcing it around a lump in her throat.
I huff a wry laugh but don’t turn to face her. “I had so many plans for you. I was even going to grant you mercy, see how valuable you are, but you’ve just put that final nail in your coffin.”
Maybe I’m talking from the hurt this has thrust into me, or maybe I’m talking from being so foolish.
This time, I turn.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’d do best to steer clear of me.”
There’s something in her eyes, like she accepts that truth before I leave, but I don’t look back to catch a second glance.
I don’t even want to look at my father
Right now, they’re both dead to me.
