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It was time to tell Gareth what he wanted to hear.
Chapter Twenty-Two – Gareth
My uncle and Nicole didn’t stop by so I could see them off. I didn’t really care to, anyway. Once they were gone, it was go time. The plans were already made, all I had to do was set it in motion. I sent a text, slid my phone into my pocket and started downstairs, my intent to wait. My other pocket had a small rag in it, neatly tucked inside.
What I didn’t expect to find was Brianna, standing in the hallway just outside her studio, pouting like she was about to do something she didn’t want to do.
We locked gazes, but I didn’t stop to talk to her. I kept going, to the grand staircase, and walked downstairs while she said, “Hey, Gareth. I need to talk to you.” I didn’t stop, nor did I turn back to look at her. She’d practically dragged me through the mud this past week; it was time to return the favor.
I could hear her rushing down the stairs behind me, but it took until the moment my feet hit the first floor for her to catch up to me. She went so far as to grab my arm and stop me from walking.
“Dude, I’m trying to talk to you,” she said, giving me a frustrated look.
“Yes, well, you’ve had plenty of time to talk to me, and you’ve made it clear you don’t care to, so it’s time to take the next step, I think.” I pulled out my phone and smirked when I saw the message I’d gotten back. “Ah, looks like Erin will be here in fifteen minutes.”
Brianna thought she’d dissuaded her friend from talking to me. Please. All I had to do was dangle a stick in front of her, and she came running. Erin must really have it bad for me. Too bad the girl did nothing at all for me. As infuriating as it was, the only girl I wanted was standing right in front of me.
But, like I’d said, too little, too late. I’d make Brianna hurt. I’d do whatever I could to break her, and then I’d put her back together again, making sure she knew I was the only reason she was still breathing.
“Gareth, stop,” she hissed, still clinging onto my arm as I put my phone away. “I’m yours, okay? That’s what you wanted to hear, isn’t it? I’m yours. Only yours.”
I pulled away from her, letting out a noncommittal noise. “Eh.”
“Really?Eh? That’s all you have to say? After you made such a big deal about me admitting that I belong to you, when I finally do it,that’sall you have to fucking say?” She was practically yelling now, the fire in her soul burning so strong it started to peek through.
“Too little, too late. You should’ve done it sooner. Now, it looks like I’ll have to make you regret taking so long in choosing to be mine.” I shrugged. Really, it was no skin off my back. “Tell me what you think I should do, though. Should I fuck Erin before or after I start bleeding her out?”
Now she looked like she wanted to murder me. Good.
“Fuck you,” she growled out.
“That’s the idea, yeah. Maybe I should bring another chair into the pool house so I can tie you down and make you watch—”
“Your dick touches her, I’ll fucking cut it off. That’s a promise.”
I smirked. God, she was so fiery. Why couldn’t she be like this all the time? Why the ignoring, the pretending, all the lies? All I’d wanted was for Brianna to submit, for her to let her inner darkness out. I bet that darkness would love to play with mine.
“Better get a knife ready, then,” I told her, “because I’m not going to stop.” Brianna couldn’t really cut my dick off, but I’d like to see her try. I bet she’d look insanely hot holding onto a knife with the intent of using it on someone else.
Brianna glared at me for what felt like an eternity, the wheels in her brain churning. It was obvious she didn’t know what to do.
“Oh, and if you try to tell Erin the real reason she’s here, I’ll make sure she’s awake and alert the entire time she’s bleeding out. I’ll make it hurt, and I’ll make it last.” I cocked my head at her. “Don’t be so glum. This is what you wanted.”
“This isn’t what I wanted, you sick fuck!”
“Then you should’ve done whatIwanted,” I spoke with another shrug. I walked into the kitchen, well aware she followed me, and I headed straight for the knife drawer, pulling out my favorite piece.
Don’t worry, it wasn’t one we cooked with.
It was about seven inches long, its stainless steel shiny and new, reflecting the light of the kitchen. The perfect knife to dig into someone’s flesh with.
Brianna let out an aggravated groan, and she folded her arms over her chest. “I won’t let you do this.”
“You will,” I told her. “Because you have no other choice.”
She stayed quiet, and for the longest while, we stood in the kitchen, glaring at each other. Minutes passed, and eventually, the sound of the doorbell went off, both in the house and on my phone.
I grinned at her. “Looks like Erin is here. Time to invite her in.” I held the knife behind my back as I left the kitchen, walking with pep in my step toward the front vestibule. Brianna followed me, but she kept her distance.
