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The vicious bitch in me isn’t quite satisfied with Peter finding his end like this—at least I got to watch with Sergio—but I know it would be monumentally stupid to be around for that. Really, I’d love to take my time with them all. Steal from them the time they took from me all those years ago, and in the years since.

The three days I spent wishing I would die would be the bare minimum. Three days of pain, each.

But it’s not realistic, and I know that.

A girl can dream, though.

I learned a lot in my training, but I know that going vigilante and stabby is exactly how I’d get caught, whether by them or the police. I don’t know which would be worse.

I still don’t know how we’re going to get the other three, once Peter is taken care of. The toughest three.

Tanner. James. Neil.

Maybe Killian will have some ideas. The thought of another naked planning session cheers me up.

I finish up and wrap myself in a towel, dressing quickly in my street clothes. The club is still full when I leave the back. I head for the bar and nod Killian over. His lips are tight, and jaw clenched, but he obliges and makes his way over.

“What?”

“Dee is sending me home.”

He stares at me a moment, a question in his eyes. I nod shortly.

“It’s done. Call me later?”

He watches me another second before nodding.

Chapter Fifteen

Just the Two of Us

Echo

I’m asleep on my couch when I hear a knock at the door. Groaning, I grab my phone and look at the clock. Three in the morning.

Knock knock.

“What the fuck,” I mutter, dragging my legs over the edge. Peeking through the hole, I confirm what I expected and open the door to let Killian in. I don’t have a chance to give him shit before he starts losing it.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!”

I glare at him and throw my arms up.

“Umm, excuse me? What’s wrong with you? I was sleeping. Fuck off.” I give him the middle finger and start to walk back to the couch. A hand darts out and grabs my wrist. I turn and narrow my eyes at him.

“What are you fucking doing? Really, Echo?” I look at his face and see the hurt and jealousy. It takes me a moment to realize he’s pissed about Tanner. I pull my wrist back, my lips tightening as I reply.

“What the fuck was I supposed to do? We needed a distraction, and I gave us one, end of story.”

“No more,” he practically growls, stepping up close to me. I try to step back instinctively and my back hits the wall. My eyes narrow and I force myself to step forward again, my neck craned to look up to his face.

“What? You expected just because we fucked, that gives you exclusive fucking rights or something? You should know fucking better than that, and besides, how the fuck do you expect me to stop him, huh?” I grit out.

“What the fuck kind of question is that?You fucking say no!” he shouts. “Fuck, Echo! I knew you were fucked up, I knew you would go far to get your fucking revenge, but you let that psychopath rapist touch you! How the fuck could you do that tome,much less yourself!”

“I don’t need your fucking judgements and you don’t own my body! You have no fucking clue what I’ve had to do to survive, what I still have to fucking do,” I shout back, feeling tears prickling behind my eyes despite myself.

I’ve become so much weepier lately, and I don’t like it.

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