Page 79 of Ruthless God

She kisses the top of my head. “Good.” She inhales deeply, then exhales.

“Did you know Dad killed people?”

“Yes. He has killed for me. It’s what he was trained to do since he was a teenager.”

“Why did he kill for you?”

“One of my foster dads raped me. I told him about it, spilling my guts. I was just opening up about some of the things that happened to me, but I thought nothing of it. And, the next day, I saw my foster dad on the news, about how he died from a gunshot wound. I asked your father about it, and he told me he did it and the man deserved it. I agree with your father.”

I hug my mother tight. Now I understand her a lot more than I did. I used to not understand why she is the way she is with me. All this time my mother was fighting her own battles. Hearing what my mom went through brings me great sorrow.

“I’m sorry, Mother. I’m sorry for how I was acting toward you. I wish you had a better childhood.”

She nods, kissing my forehead.

“I’m proud of you, Lyrical. No matter what you do in life, I will always be proud of you. Don’t you forget it.”

Snow

It’s been three weeks since my meeting with my father. I already made a choice, and I choose Lyrical. I should have chosen her from the beginning; I should have been on her side since the car accident, but I was blinded by rage and needed to blame someone. I was so pissed at her because of a careless mistake. Lyrical and Bailey are both at fault for the car accident, they should have been careful and made wiser decisions.

He wants me to take away someone I love? I’m going to take his life. I’m sick of the abuse my father doles out on me. This is about power. If he thinks he has power over me, and he thinks I’m going to choose him over Lyrical, he’s more stupid than I thought. Lyrical wants to know what’s going on, but I can’t tell her because I’m afraid it’s going to start a war between her father and me, and I don’t want a bloodbath to start from either family. So, I’ll take care of it myself.

Keanu, Irvin, and Jameson are throwing a party at the mansion. Standing behind the table, I make Jell-O shots and Jameson hands them to different people. A woman stands onher tippy-toes, whispers in his ear, and he glances at her tits before telling her no. Jameson has a thing about innocent-looking women. He likes them quiet, and ones he knows he could easily break.

The music is too fucking loud for my liking, and I’m having sensory overload. I never liked crowded places, or people in general.

Lyrical is in my old bedroom, working on her papers for midterms, and I plan to join her as soon as I’m finished making the shots, then we’re going to watch a movie, and afterward, I’m going to tie her up to the bed and fuck her as soon I can.

I didn’t want to bring her here, but I’m worried my father is tracking my every move, sending people to follow us.

Savannah walks into the kitchen and I don’t know why she showed up, but she probably heard we’re having a party.

I thought she got the hint that I was done with her.

I guess the bitch has a hearing problem as well.

When our eyes connect, a smirk spreads across her face.

“My wedding planner will be contacting you soon and we need to figure out our wedding date,” she says smugly.

Jameson looks at Savannah, then back at me, shaking his head. I haven’t told them anything. I haven’t told them about my relationship with Lyrical, and I haven’t told them about my father’s stupid-ass ultimatum.

When I place my hand around her throat, I squeeze tightly. I can’t stand the sight of this bitch.

Jameson shakes his head before he leaves the kitchen.

“You know about my father’s plan?”

She claws at my fingers, but I only squeeze tighter, making her face turn a shade of tomato red. Damn, I want to choke the shit out of her, then toss her lifeless corpse in a shallow grave.

“I overheard both of our fathers talking. I know he wants you to get rid of Lyrical and marry me instead. Yet, she’s still alive.Does she know about his plans?” She pauses. “Would she be so heartbroken that her fiancé is supposed to kill her and marry the person she hates? I need to send her a message on IG informing her. I wouldn’t want her to be left in the dark about her fate,” she mocks.

I tighten my hand around her throat before slamming her against the fridge. Her nails dig into my skin harder, but I don’t stop choking her.

“You go anywhere Lyrical, I’ll gut you like a fish.”

I let her go and she coughs, causing a few people to step into the kitchen due to the commotion, and I scream at them to get the fuck out.

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