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The air was knocked from my lungs.
Damn, that fucking wrestling club.I had always thought he looked so stupid flipping people over on the mat, but now that I was in the same position, I started to regret not watching him closer.
But I had prepared for this too.
When I couldn’t push him off, I dug my teeth into his shoulder. It was enough to make him rear back, but what I didn’t expect was the cold barrel of a gun to be pushed against my forehead.
“See, you always get this fuckinglookin your eyes whenever you think I’m doing something wrong, and itpisses me off,” he growled. “You think I don’t know how you looked down on me since high school? Or how much worse it got after I was in the games?”
“Dylan, we’re family, don’t—” I tried to reason, but he wasn’t listening.
“I know you don’t believe that bullshit. Not like I do, and not like Dad.No. You throw away family for a fucking Ghost whore that won’t even look at you. It’spitiful.”
I tried to push up, but he forced the gun harder against my forehead, his finger brushing against the trigger.
“You let that bitch in your head. You think Father and I are in the wrong because we enjoy what we do,” he said. “And you think you’resomuch better because… what? Because you don’t want to be here killing thesepoor innocent victims?”
The way he said “poor innocent victims” in a baby voice made my blood boil.
“Newsflash,” he seethed. “You aren’t better than me because you don’t enjoy this. If anything, I think that you’re just lying to yourself. This is the world we live in, Kohl, and because I can recognize an opportunity when I have it, I will finally bring some respect back to the Wolff name.”
“No Dylan, don—”
A shot rang out. Blood splattered across my face.
I hadn’t realized I had shut my eyes in preparation for my murder until Dylan’s body fell on me with a hard thud.
“God, he was fucking annoying.”
Vic
Before the Games
The heaters in Kohl’s car were barely keeping up against the frigid February air. I huddled in their passenger seat, waiting for them to return with our drinks.
Today wasnotmy favorite day.
Arabella Williams had stomped on my fingers so hard in cheer practice that they were purple and ached every time I moved them. I’d gotten a D on my history final. And my nudes had been leaked to the press a couple days before, meaning that everywhere I looked, I sawandheardmyself in a compromising position.
Honestly, I couldn’t think of how it could get any worse.
Kohl opened their door with a gust of icy air behind them, jumping into their seat and slamming it shut behind them. “Jesus Christ, I hate winter.”
In the last few months, we’d gotten pretty close. Helped along by the odd biology project or late practice—Kohl always seemed to be hanging around the school studying late, so they were perfectly primed to bring me home, or, y’know, to see my boyfriend, after cheer practice.
If only I was going home to someone else.
I was sick of the person I had to be for Dylan, bending and breaking to his whims just to keep the fucking peace. And the closer the games got, the more it was all he talked about. How he couldn’t wait to enter.
It made me sick.
It made me want to punish him. Especially knowing that he’d leaked my fucking photos to the press.
Did he really think I was stupid enough to send something like that without a watermark?
I was going to fucking kill him. But before I could make my move on Dylan, I needed to get to Hiram first.
Priorities, Vic.
