Page 31 of Hate Me

I was in his space in the next second, fisting my hand in his hair and wrenching his head back.

His eyes glittered with undisguised need, clearly getting off on my aggression. “If I top you, Damien, it won’t be sexually. And it will be to break you. Every fucking thing about you. And then I’ll burn what’s left to ash.”

He paled, feeling my threat down to the bone.

I released him roughly.

“I don’t want to hurt him, you know? I don’t, King.”

“But you will if you’re given an in.”

With that, I turned on my heel and strode out of the bar, feeling his gaze burning into my back as I went.

I was just through the door when my phone started ringing.

I pulled it out to see Luke’s name on the call display.

“King,” I answered.

“We have a lead on Skylar Bennett.”

I stopped in my tracks. “What? How?”

“She just put herself back on the radar. Briefly, but it may be enough to work with.”

“Why did she risk exposure?”

“Jett Bane. She knows, King. She knows what really happened to him after she disappeared.”

Jesus Christ.

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~Skylar~

Justice.

Deliverance.

It was none of that.

Not anymore.

There was no overarching noble goal, no doing fucked-up things in the name of the greater good, or anything like that.

There was just a singular purpose.

To terminate my objective.

Him.

It wasn’t even lethal justice.

It was vengeance through and through.

He’d suffer under the wrath of my punishment and when he was begging for mercy, he’d discover that I no longer had any, just before I took his miserable life.

That thought consumed me as blackness swirled around me.

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