Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
I hope you’ll miss her because he’s about to get her killed.
It makes no sense.
“Who is he?” I ask him.
“My guess would be you. You’re the one that seems to be capable of fucking up her life.” He stands taller once he says that, like it’s something he’s wanted to say for a long time. Dick.
“Fuck off! I’ll handle it.” He laughs at me, and I raise one eyebrow at him. I couldn’t give two shits if I shoot the asshole.
“You’ll handle it? How do you plan to do that? Going around shooting everyone? Or maybe just put a leash on her?” It takes everything in me to not hurt him right now.
“Don’t stand here and act like you know what our life is like. And yes, if it comes to protecting her, I’ll fucking kill anyone. That even means you.”
He shakes his head at me. “She’s too good for you. You know, that, right?”
I do, but I’m not going to admit that to him anytime soon.
“Fuck the hell off,” I say to him, holding it open for him to leave.
“Tell her, or I will,” he says, walking out.
“You tell her anything, I will kill you myself. You aren’t in her life anymore, Stiles. She’s fucking mine, you just had her while she waited for me.” I shut the door on his shocked face and walk up her stairs to her room. More photos.
Shooting a message to Quinn, who’s currently waiting for the girl he wanted to arrive, I make sure he knows. Because if anyone can track this person down, it’s him.
Chapter Twenty-One
Saskia
Driving into Livia’s driveway is something I haven’t done for a long time. I don’t even know what to expect as I pull up. How they will receive me, or have I come for them to just tell me how much of an awful person I am? They could all hate me. Let’s face it, I hate me as it is. Stepping from the car, Christopher opens the front door before I even close my car door. He smiles at me, and walks down the stairs, his hands wrapping around my back and pulling me to him. I missed this, being around them. I went from seeing them all the time to, well, never. It was a weird change, and I missed it.
“Where have you been, darling? Have you seen your mother? I hope so because she’s coming, too. Is that going to be okay?” He rattles off, walking up the stairs with me without letting me speak.
“She’s coming?” I ask, shocked.
He nods and opens the door. I look up the stairs to where I know Livia’s room is. “She wants you to go and see her. She’s doing so much better.” He squeezes my shoulder then walks off. My hand touches the railing of the stairs, and I use it to pull myself up each step which is as agonizing as the next. Her door is open, and I can see her lying on her bed with her cell in hand. She looks up to me not saying a word, but she just stares at me. I’m unsure if I should go in, or wait where I am, not moving.
“Come in, it’s not like I can come to you.”
I step in, and she looks to the chair next to her bed which I sit in. My legs cross, then uncross, unsure of what I should be doing or saying to her. “You wanted to see me?”
“You look shocked by that. Have I been that terrible to you?” I don’t know how to answer that question. I just look at the floor. “I guess you did see him first, didn’t you? Not technically, but he had eyes for you first at least. I saw it, you know, that day in the hall when he looked at you, and you looked at him. I saw it, and chose to ignore it, because why would he want you when he could have had me?” She laughs, and it kills a small part of me.
“You’re beautiful,” I say to her, not looking up.
“And you’ve always told me so. You were never the bad one, Sass. It was my jealousy that was bad.” I’m a bit shocked. “Even if you were a whore, and didn’t respect what was mine.” This time I look up to her, my eyes now wide at her words. “You were fucking him while I was with him, weren’t you?”
My hands drag along my skirt.
How did this change so fast into something mean?
“Sass, don’t lie to me either.”
“Yes,” I reply, not lying. She deserves the truth.
“He should have loved me the way he loves you. He should have. He never fought for me. It was all manipulation. I had to use it to get him. You didn’t have to do anything, just bat your eyelashes at him, and he was putty in your hands.”