Page 38 of Ruthless God

What if I was wrong about Lyrical taking the pills? What if this whole time I was taking my anger out on the wrong person? I don’t think I could forgive myself for the way I treated Lyrical. I stroke the back of my neck.

“You’ve lied before. About not popping a Molly back around your freshmen year, and I had to bail you out and pay off the cops so they wouldn’t charge you.”

Frustration colors her face and her shoulders sag. “I know. And I understand what you’re saying, but I’m serious about Bailey. She wasn’t imagining it. Like I said, he was real. She felt like I was the only one who got her, you know. She felt like you and your parents judged her.”

“We loved her, and I still love my baby sister.”

She strokes my back. “I know, Snow. I know,” she says. “This picture fell out of her journal.”

She hands it to me, and I study the tattoo of a snake with aXon it. Whoever this is. The motherfucker is going to die a slow death.

“Flip it over,” Lyrical says.

I do what she says.Me and my forever person. The love of my life. Him and Bailey for life.

I don’t see how a car accident is linked to her dating someone, but I don’t think Lyrical would make up this story either. Her story sounds far-fetched. She mentioned she was pulled over by a cop but when I had Jameson hack into the traffic light cameras, I didn’t see anything.

“She told me her boyfriend was stalking her. I believed her, and I’m going to figure out who he is.”

I fold my arms and lean against the wall. “If you believe what happened was true, I’ll help you find him, and when I catch him,I’m going to chop his body up into pieces and toss him into the ocean.”

She searches my eyes for something I can’t figure out. She stands on her tippy-toes and rubs my cheek. “Have you killed someone before?”

I never wanted to reveal to Lyrical that side of me, because I was afraid she would look at me in disgust. Now, she’s stuck with me forever, so she has no choice to but accept me.

“Yes.” This is too intimate for me, so I remove her hand from my face. “I took care of the guy who tried to drug you at the party.”

Her eyebrows climb to the top of her forehead. “What guy? What party?”

“The one you were talking to at the party the night of the accident. I beat him to death with a bat.”

Her cheeks turn pale pink, and she bites her bottom lip.

I want her to say something, anything. Not just stare at me.

She finally breaks her silence and asks, “When did you start killing?”

“When I was fifteen. My father took me to the basement of the club and told me I had to prove to him I have what it takes to run it. I killed a sex predator. He raped a seven-year-old. He was a member of the club, and we don’t tolerate anyone fucking kids.”

Her face pales. “My father never talked about what he did at the club.”

“Because we aren’t allowed to. We take care of matters ourselves; we don’t get the cops involved unless we have to. But then there are politicians and high-status people that are members of the Billionaire Club. Whoever joins is protected.” I run my hands through my hair. “You have no choice but to accept me for what I do. If you don’t, then tough tits, you aren’tgoing anywhere. You try to leave me, I’ll keep you locked up in this house.”

“I already suspected you did, but I don’t care. I accept you for who you are, Snow. I always have. I feel honored you would kill anyone who wishes to harm me.”

Her words do something to me, but I quickly shake the feeling away. I didn’t expect that response from her.

“How does it feel to take someone’s life?” she asks, sitting on the bed I fucked her in only an hour ago. She winces, and I’m assuming her pussy and ass are sore. She needs a reminder that I was there.

“Power. It gives me power. Makes me feel like I’m a god,” I answer honestly.

She smiles. “I want Bailey’s boyfriend’s head on a silver platter.”

I nod my head. “Gladly.”

Memories of her in my bedroom slam into my skull and I miss her—us. I miss being so close to Lyrical. Having her near me without any animosity. I miss her laugh, her smile. I miss the happy Lyrical, the one who brightens the room. The accident destroyed both of our lives. Speaking of which, I remember her wanting to meet me after the party to ask me something that night.

“What was it you wanted to talk to me about on the night of the accident?”

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