Page 87 of Ruthless God

He throws his hands up in the air and rolls his eyes. “Chill, bro. I was only joking. What crawled up your ass?”

“Why did you call us over here?” Jameson finishes off the bag of chips and tosses it into the trash can.

“My father sent Savannah to kill Lyrical.”

They both narrow their eyes, then look at each other in confusion.

“Why?” Jameson wonders aloud.

“Because he wants me to kill Lyrical by the end of this semester to get revenge for the car accident.” I sigh, leaning back against the wall. “Initially, I was getting revenge on her, making her my sex toy, but now, seeking revenge isn’t as appealing.”

“Because you love her.”

I don’t reply to Keanu’s comment, because it’s true. I love Lyrical; I never stopped loving her. I never stopped caring about her either. What I feel for her is more than love—she’s part of my being, ever since I first laid eyes on her. I was filled with rage, but now, my father’s wrath is getting out of control. He’s more bloodthirsty than I was and he won’t rest until she’s dead.

“I killed Savannah, buried her body in a shallow grave, but I’m worried my father is going to find someone else to go after Lyrical. He hasn’t gotten his hands dirty in years. Usually when he wants someone dead, he’ll send me to do it.”

“So, what do you want us to do?” Jameson asks, smoothing out his tie.

“Protect her at all costs. I’m going to marry her despite my father’s wishes. As far as I’m concerned, I’m going through with the arranged marriage.”

Keanu stands up from the couch, pacing the cream carpet. “You need to kill your father. He’s not going to stop until the job is complete.”

There is a knock on the door, and we all look up to see my father strolling in, his hands in his pockets, grinning from ear to ear.

“So, that’s your plan to get rid of me? Huh?”

I go up to my father and punch him in the face.

He staggers back, shock coloring his face.

I pin him up and punch him in the gut.

“You sent Savannah to kill Lyrical.”

He falls to the ground. I’m tired of holding back because he’s my father. I’m tired of trying to protect the image of the family, and I’m tired of him making me feel like I’m not good enough.

“I didn’t send Savannah to kill Lyrical. She did that of her own accord.”

I go to punch my father in the face again, but Jameson stands in my way, blocking me.

“You’re not thinking clearly, Snow. If you kill him, you’re asking for a death sentence.”

“I already have a death sentence.”

I push Jameson out of the way, just as my father yanks out his gun from his holster, cocking it and holding it to my head.

“Time is ticking, son. If you don’t have your fiancée’s head on a silver platter for me by the end of the semester, I will take action. The only reason why I’m going easy on you is because you’re my son, but you do not cross me and get away with it. So she has to pay. You should have stuck to your plan and kept going on with the revenge. Now, you’re playing house with the bitch. Falling for the girl you’re supposed to marry for money and wealth. You’re a fucking dumbass, just like your mother.”

“He’s egging you on. Don’t listen to him. If you kill him now, you will go to prison. He’s not worth the risk,” Jameson whispers in my ear.

“He’s worth the risk as long as Lyrical is alive,” I snap.

“No, he isn’t. You won’t be married to her if you get locked up.”

“I know you killed Savannah,” my father says, smirking. “I’ll have another whore lined up to serve you to be your wife.”

He beckons someone into the room and a woman with brunette hair and pale skin, dressed in only a trench coat, staggers in. She looks like one of the workers at the Billionaire Club, shaking like a leaf. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s one of his whores.

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