Page 138 of Rest In Pieces

“Good. Don’t fuck it up.” And with that, he hangs up.

Havoc laughs. “He’d make a shitty telemarketer.”

“I don’t know. There’s definitely something to be said for the ‘buy this, or I’ll kill you’ approach.”

Havoc grins and heads for the door with his coffee. “I’m gonna go talk to the director. Are you staying here?”

“Yeah. If you run into any issues, come find me.”

“I thought I was the boss?”

I flip him off, making him laugh as he leaves. I close the door and head straight for the bathroom, stripping out of my clothes and hopping into the shower I didn’t get earlier.

I let the water wash away some of the tension that’s been building since that damn photo was posted. Once I’m done, I dry off and get dressed again before lying down on the bed with my hands behind my head.

Today could’ve gone much differently. I’m lucky that Amity trusts me, and I vow to myself that I’ll never give her a reason to question that trust again. As I lie there, I drift into a half-sleep, plotting what I’m going to do to fucking destroy Monica’s life. Just thinking about her has my blood boiling again.

Rolling over, I glance at the clock, surprised to see I’ve been lying here for a couple of hours. Guess I must’ve actually fallen asleep at some point. I get up and stretch before putting my boots back on and lacing them up. I pull my cut on as I head to the living area and make a beeline for the fridge.

A beer would be good right about now, but I’ll settle for a Coke. I open the fridge, and something on the table catches my eye. Closing the door, I walk over and find a note addressed to Agatha.

“That fucking bitch.”

I grab the letter and storm out of the RV, heading straight to Monica’s trailer. Havoc, who’s sitting in one of the chairs nearby with his feet kicked up on the table, spots me and rushes over, instantly knowing something’s wrong.

“What happened?”

I wave the letter in front of him but don’t stop as I jog the rest of the way to Monica’s trailer and pull the door open. Her scream has me turning my head, and I find her on her bed, completely naked, with the teenage runner between her legs.

I pull my phone out and snap a few pictures, making her scream even louder. I ignore her and glare at the kid as Havoc steps up beside me.

“Get the fuck out of here,” I growl at the kid.

He scrambles off the bed, yanks his jeans back on, and runs for the door with his T-shirt in his hand. Monica looks between me and Havoc as the door slams closed behind the kid, and I see the exact moment she decides to switch tactics.

She spreads her legs and slips her fingers inside her pussy. “How about I let you both fuck me? I bet that’s something your precious Amity wouldn’t do.”

“I wouldn’t fuck you with someone else’s dick.” Havoc snorts.

“Asshole!” she snaps at him, but I’m in no mood for games.

I stalk toward her, wrapping my hand around her throat and yanking her to her feet. Her eyes go wide as she claws at my hand, the reality of her situation sinking in.

“You think because I didn’t hurt you before means that I won’t? Bitch, please. I could kill you right now and pin it on your little boy toy. I bet he left all sorts of DNA on you and in you.”

Her face goes red as I squeeze harder.

“G,” Havoc warns, his voice low.

I release her, tossing her onto the bed. “Explain this.” I wave the letter at her.

Her eyes dart from mine to Havoc’s, her hand trembling as she covers her throat. “I… I…”

“And don’t fucking lie to me. Why the hell did you put it in Amity’s RV? Are you trying to play mind games with her again?”

She bites her lip, but it’s Havoc who pulls my attention when he frowns and looks down at the note. “She didn’t leave the trailer. I was watching the whole time.”

I look at Monica, who sits up and wraps her arms around herself.

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