Page 65 of Our Sweet Revenge


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“You can’t drive like this, and the road will be too slippery. Go to sleep.”

He narrowed his eyes in concern, and I couldn’t blame him. I said, “Nothing will happen.”

Anger flashed in his eyes. “Why should I believe you? You picked your side.”

“Would speaking with you have changed my mind? I haven’t heard one good excuse about any of the things you did.”

He looked away like I slapped him. We were hurting one another, although none of us wanted to. He quietly said, “Just promise to stay in the room with me until morning.”

This naked vulnerability was unlike him, but this wasn’t a normal night. “I will.”

He nodded. “I need a shower first. I feel disgusting.”

“Okay. Let me untie you.”

I went to release his legs, which must have been stiff and cramped by now. Jay got up and walked toward the living room, not saying a word. I knew we’d have an ugly fight later, but I didn’t care. I was making things right, bringing a shred of normality into this chaos.

I untied the ropes, and Chris pushed himself up from the table. He hissed in pain with the first step he tried to make, and I hurried to support him once he began losing his balance. His skin was hot and damp.

He looked up at Anthony, who was standing close by. They stared at one another for a long moment, then Anthony gave a slight nod that felt more like a truce than forgiveness. Chris responded with a quick nod of his own.

I started helping him walk toward the shower when Jay suddenly said, “Hold on, boys. No one’s going anywhere.”

I turned around to confront him, but seeing the gun in his hand stopped me dead in my tracks.

“What are you doing?” Anthony asked and took a step back.

“Chill, Ant, I ain’t gonna hurt you.”

I moved to stand in front of Chris and said, “It would’ve sounded more believable if you were holding something else.”

Jay wasn’t directly aiming his gun at us, rather holding it close to his hips. “Listen,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm, “I don’t want a fight. All I want is justice. That’s what this whole night is about, remember? You guys were with me until your balls fell off.”

“You never told us what you had planned,” I said. “We didn’t agree to go along with everything you had in mind.”

“You went along with it just fine when you wanted to shove your fingers up his asshole.”

My face warmed because he was calling out my hypocrisy, and I had little to defend myself with. But I still said, “That doesn’t mean I’ll be down with everything else you had in mind. It’s not all or nothing.”

An angry spark lit in his eyes. “It is tonight.”

I didn’t know what more to say. I was standing in front of a man I considered a brother, yet it felt like he was a complete stranger. A dangerous stranger.

“We were having fun,” Jay said, “all of us.” He looked at Chris. “At least all of us that matter.”

“We get to decide when the fun’s over,” Anthony quietly said.

Jay shook his head. “You’ve been wanting to fuck him ever since he made you his bitch. Now you get to let him know he can’t hurt you anymore.”

“My dick in his ass won’t make that happen.” Anthony took a step forward. “Jay, this isn’t who you are. Let’s stop before—”

“Stay there!” Jay raised the gun and aimed it at Anthony’s face.

I stopped breathing, every part of my body frozen in place. In a voice that was barely mine, I said, “If you shoot him, I’ll kill you. Jay, look at me. I’ll fucking end you.”

Jay rubbed his face and seemed pale and flushed at the same time. It was crazy seeing him holding a gun with his cock dangling between his legs. Never in a million years could I imagine something like this happening.

Jay cleared his throat. “Stay back, Ant. I don’t want to hurt you.”

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