Page 93 of Love Thief

I laugh, but it’s filled with as much poison as his. “Oh, yeah, go fuck your buddies. I bet Gabe is dying for it. I didn’t green light Xan, but I bet you fucked him. At least you can’t get men pregnant.” I’m screaming at him, my anger blinding me.

Stepping towards me, I’m sure he’s going to grab me, but Jackson stands up to deter him.

“Of course I fucked Xan. I’ve always fucked him. And well before you, you fucking savage cow,” he spews out, his fear turning into hatred. “At least he doesn’t lie to me, he loves me, not like you. You don’t know how to love, you never did. Because no one loved you, ever.”

He staggers backwards away from us all. “Don’t call me again. Not even to tell me they’re dead. I fucking hate you for this. Just stay away from me.” The smile he turns on me is terrifying. Roaring, “Bridstones, Evie. Fucking Bridstones!” he storms out, totally naked, into the square.

Xander follows him out, neither of them looking back at me.

They’re gone.

Chapter

Twenty-Six

KELLEN

Ican’t breathe. I’m pulling my hair out by the handful. It’s in between my fingers. I hear a noise, someone screaming in pain. Is it an animal? No. It’s me. I fall to my knees on the pavement, shouting up at the sky. Baying at the moon.

Xan has a jumper in his hands and throws it over me as a car pulls up. He and Mick grab me off the ground and push me into it.

The next few days are a blur. I sit, staring into space. All I can see is her body. The bump, the baby, the one that will be dead soon enough. No—two. Twins.

I laugh, the sound harsh, like razor blades have been tipped down my throat. Evie, always fucking upping the stakes. Twins, boys, identical twins. I feel the wetness on my cheeks, and realise I’m crying, crying for those babies, for children I will never see, that won’t make it.

How could she? She knew. She and James are the only ones I told. I am death, I have filled her with death. The only woman I’ve ever loved, I’ve killed her too. I’ve killed myself. I feel empty, a vessel of nothing, not good enough to love, just for me.

My phone pings.

James

DAD, WTF did you do now?

I don’t respond. I just sit staring at the text message. What the fuck have I done? I’ve destroyed it all, messed up, ransacked my own life. What the fuck have we done?

James

Are you okay? Don’t do anything crazy

I still don’t respond. But I know I’m going to have to. Tears blur my vision on the screen. I can’t fucking see it.

James

Shall I come over? We can talk. Dad?

What the fuck am I going to say to him? Explain how I’ve killed his brothers. I can’t. I can’t do it.

James

Marcus Henry James Kellen Russell. Dad. I love you.

I break down. Tears, that's all that’s coming.

Me

No. Stay away. We can speak later.

I can’t face him. He’ll smile and look like her. He smells like her. God, I want her, I fucking need her, the treacherous bitch. She made me want her.

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