Page 25 of Ruthless God

Anger boils in my blood. He wants to make my life a living hell because I won’t bow down to him.

He thinks there isn’t any consequences of his actions, that I’m some weak bitch who’s going to roll over and take his shit. He has another thing coming. I can’t believe he actually posted the picture.

I drive to the hardware store and buy a gas can and matches, then I stop by a convenience store and load the can with gas. When I drive back home, I braid my hair, put on my green wig that I wore for Halloween last year, and throw on my black hoodie along with a pair of shades.

With the gas can in my hand, I stride through the woods that leads to his mansion. I’m trying to do my best to keep my cool with him, but he keeps pushing my buttons. He keeps testing my patience. I’ve seen other people experience his wrath, but I never thought in a million years I’ll be on the receiving end of it.

The sky has darkened by the time I make it to his mansion. The garage is closed, so I type in the code to open the door.

Luckily, there isn’t anyone outside and no one knows I’m down here. I hear the music faintly coming from the backyard. The thought of Snow joining the orgy party makes jealousy slither down my spine, but I shouldn’t be jealous. He has every right to fuck anyone he wants.

Searching the toolbox in the garage, I find a crowbar, then use it to knock down the cameras one by one. I don’t want to burn any of his friends’ vehicles, just his.

Lifting the can, I douse gasoline all over his black Aston Martin, light the match, and toss it at the car. A small flame glows and before I know it, the whole car is on fire, so I run out of the garage, rush toward the woods, and watch the whole side of the garage engulf in flames.

It’s pretty, actually, the way the flame dances to life, lighting up the darkened sky.

Keanu, Jameson, Irvin, and Snow rush to the mansion. People gather around as the fire truck eventually shows up and they put the flames out. Irvin pushes Keanu as they get into an argument.

A victorious smile spreads across my lips as I look at the horror on Snow’s face. He barges inside of the smoking garage, then several minutes later, he walks out.

It feels good to get revenge, to see the anguish on his face.

Snow grabs his phone from his pocket and stares at the screen, a frown creasing his brow as he looks at the woods. Iswallow thickly and hide behind a tree, but I know he can’t see me—it’s too dark and the moon is the only source of light here.

He tucks his phone back into his pocket. He looks to the woods again as if he can see me. He tilts his head, his nose toward the sky, rolling his shoulders. He grabs his phone from his pocket once again to type something on the screen.

My phone dings with a message from Snow. With my heart in my throat, I click on the envelope icon and read the text message.

Snow: Run, Blue. Pray I don’t catch you.

Snow

Blue is growing a pair of balls. I didn’t expect her to get back at me by destroying a five-hundred-thousand-dollar car. I’m pushing her buttons because my sweet Blue never had the thirst for revenge.

I’m not going to lie, it makes my dick hard.

If she had shown up to the party and not been at that restaurant, none of us would be in this predicament. I stayed in my room with a huge-ass hard-on because of her. I didn’t have any plans of fucking anyone else except her. My plans were to tie her up to my bedpost and fuck her until she begs me to stop, but I’m feeling fucking adventurous right now.

Once I catch her, I’m taking it out on her sweet ass. The thought of catching up to her makes my dick throb in my jeans. I can’t wait to see her in tears when I’m done with her. I can’t wait to see her beneath me taking my cock into her pussy.

I knew she was pissed that I posted her drawing, but I didn’t think she would go to the extent of destroying my stuff. Not only that, but she also put my friends in danger. I don’t need to tellthem who did it, otherwise they will want to come after her, and I’m not going to allow that shit to happen, especially from Irvin. He’s still pissed off that I almost drowned him that day. If they even think about hurting her, I’ll kill them off one by one. My loyalty has been to myself and my family—it used to extend to Lyrical too.

I grab my phone from my pocket, watching the dot move on the screen. She’s heading east, so I run in that direction. She’s never been a fast runner.

Once I reach a tree, I glance over and she tosses dirt in my face. Luckily, it doesn’t get into my eyes. I yank her by her hoodie, then remove her green wig and the shades. She tries to kick me in the balls, but she misses, and I grab her by the arm, shoving her down to the ground, pinning her arms above her head.

When I lick the side of her face, she whimpers, trying to school her features.

I use my knee to pull her legs apart, wedging my hard dick between her thighs, resting it on her covered pussy.

“I fucking hate you, Revi,” she says through gritted teeth.

I grip her chin, whispering in her ear, “You burned down my car, therefore I’m going to make you pay.”

“That’s what you get for posting that drawing, asshole. You think I’m going to let you get away with what you did?” She tries to wiggle her way out of my grip, but I hold her wrists so tight I can snap them.

“You destroyed my life, Blue.” My tone is harsh.

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