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"Are you not a talker, darling?"

"How?" is all that comes out

"Hohat?" She blinks at ht now "How do you live with yourself knowing you sent hiame

Her smile drops and her jaw clenches "Jahter, Nicola?"

Or I could humor her

"All of the above"

"It’s Co You will send your children off as well Soon," she says, pointing her glass at ht now"

"What?"

"Just twist it, like I did that assassin on the dirt bike who tried to take Sasha"

"You do knohat side you’re on? Whose side you’re on?"

The familiar omp of a helicopter invades the conversation as it et even for what you made him do I could--"

I say more and more, but the helicopter is so loud now it steals my words But I look at her face and that’s all I need I will remember the horror she feels in this moment when she realizes she underestimated me When she realizes one half-dead n of terror

The ship rocks as the bird lands and she spills her drink because those fucking shoes really aren’t appropriate footwear for a boat and theyblades as he grips the sides of the ladder and jumps down to our deck He crosses the room and stands between me and his mother His hair is a mess In fact, he’s sort of a ot no jacket and no tie on Like he just rolled out of bed

Asshole He probably has a girl in that house ill fuck hio," he says, leaning way down into ht He places a hand onme past his mother as we make our way to the ladder that will take us to the heliport

Her hand snaps out as I pass her and the ice-cold contents of her glass splash all overher back when she cos to e to turn around enough to snarl at her "Bitch You’re a bitch who deserves to die for what you did I will kill you! I will fucking kill you!"

Vincent actually picks me up and carriesand ordersfast And I realize, as I’m ushered into the helicopter like we’re in a war zone, it’s not from fear

It’s from hate

This is what it feels like to hate