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Ignacio grabs my hand, preventing me from pulling away. I stroke his cheek. “It's okay, Iggy. I'm not going anywhere. I promise.”
He lets go and I rush to the man in the chair.
“What are you going to do?” he asks, fear heavy in his eyes. Fucking finally.
“What I've been dreaming about doing for a while.”
I kick the chair to the ground, the side meeting with the tile. Grabbing the knife from my pocket, I free one of his hands and before he can swing at me, I grab it and twist it behind his back until I hear bone crack.
“Fuck,” he screams. “You fucking broke my arm.”
“That's one,” I say.
“What are you—”
His words get caught in his throat when I flip the chair to the other side. I cut his other arm free and twist it until it breaks. He screams between clenched teeth and I move to his legs, doing the same thing to each one. I kick him in the ribs repeatedly before pulling out his cock and shooting it.
Tears run down his cheeks and snot covers his face as he thrashes on the floor. I punch his nose in and shatter bones in each cheek. Before leaving him on the floor to suffer in torment, I grab the Christmas Tree Cake from my pocket and pull it out of the plastic wrap.
“Happy holidays, asshole,” I say with a smile and shove the cake down his throat.
I hurry back to Iggy, who has a look of shock on his face. Lifting him in my arms, I walk out the door, rushing toward the front yard. We really are in the middle of nowhere. Of course we are. I approach one of the vehicles in the driveway and get in the driver's seat once I lay Ignacio in the back.
I hotwire the car and back out onto the road, relaxing in the seat. The phone in my pocket rings and I answer the moment I see my brother's number.
“Connor?” I ask, keeping my eyes on the road.
“Oh, thank fuck you're okay. The cops are on their way.”
“We are too.”
“Where?” Connor asks.
“Far the fuck away from here,” I answer.
Ignacio reaches for my arm. “Everett. You're really here.”
“I am,” I say, hanging up the phone.
“And the bad men?” he asks.
“Dead,” I respond with no hesitation.
“So there's no one else alive?”
I glance into the rearview mirror, smiling when his eyes meet mine.
“No. Only you and me.”
Seven
Everett
I shift, sheets gathering underneath me. A blanket holds me in place, and I kick it away and open my eyes.
“It's okay, Ev.” My brother Connor stares down at me, placing his hand on my shoulder. “You're safe now.”
“Where am I?” My head spins and my vision blurs from sitting up too quickly, my body feeling weak.
