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My soft voice builds until Kiernan shudders at my screams.

“It sounds like not even therapy can save you,” Blakely mutters, snickering. “You are one fucked up evil bastard.”

“I can’t do it,” Kiernan says again, taking another step back. “Do whatever you think is best, but I can’t kill someone whose heart I kept safe.”

He turns and disappears, giving me his back as each stride takes him farther away from me. Tray stands stoically, ready to witness what happens next.

“Welp, I’m not fucking him, so I can,” Blakely says with a grin. Skipping toward me like the crazy bitch she is, she looks over her shoulder where Shayna waits. “Oh yeah, I almost forgot about you. Leave Jefferson, girl. Take your son and go. You don’t know who he’ll grow up to be, who he’ll love. Give him a chance at a better life than what that life can provide.”

“Does that mean I can go… like now?” Shayna asks, her eyes bouncing between Blakely and I.

Newsflash, honey. It’s never that easy with the Queen of Revenge.

“No, I don’t think so,” the crazy bitch says. She pistol whips me behind the head, so I’ll drop to my knees, and I wince. It’s asking too much that Blakely Campbell simply kills me. She has to make a spectacle of me.

“I can do it,” Meyers says, stepping forward to take the gun.

“If you take it, I’m never touching your dick again,” she growls. It would be funny how quickly he steps back, except the cool steel of the gun is now touching my forehead.

Tears slide down my skin, but I won’t ask for mercy. Blakely won’t give it to me either way.

“I would say that I hope Brian can forgive you when he sees you, but he was so much of a better person than you are. Say hello to the Devil for me, Michael. I’ll dream of all the uncomfortable demon dick you’ll be fucked with,” Blakely says with a smirk. “This is going to hurt just a bit.”

With that, she pulls the trigger, and it happens so quickly, all I feel is darkness.

Chapter 11

Tray

Someone must have heard the gunshots despite our best efforts to ensure we were secluded, and we didn’t have time to fully recover all the bodies.

The sirens thankfully could be heard for miles, echoing through the trees, giving us enough warning.

We could have panicked, but that’s not how we’ve stayed ahead of the law this long and have still been able to find our own kind of justice. Instead, Blakely had a brilliant idea.

“The cops aren’t going to know what to do with this all,” she giggles as she snuggles into Chuck’s side.

“Carving the wordsbigotandlove is lovewas one way to establish the Rainbow Slasher,” Meyers grumbles. “That’s what the news is already calling you.”

“Ha, you can’t say it was just me when you wouldn’t let me fully enjoy the festivities,” she grumbles.

It’s been twelve hours since we took our revenge for what happened, and the media is going wild with the news. The FBI isinvolved and completely stumped. It would be more amusing if we hadn’t lost one of our own to this.

Mike and I had a moment in the woods, but his words ring in my ears even now.“I'm going to make this so good, you won't even remember Brian's name when I'm done with you…”In my eyes, my love isn’t a competition.

It’s true, we haven’t been as close, but that’s for many reasons, and one of them is his constant fighting. It all comes down to the fact that he didn’t think he was enough, and now he’s included in the names of the “victims” of Riot Wars.

So much makes sense now that the truth is out. Kiernan hasn’t been able to string together two words since he walked out of the clearing in the woods. Shayna was released to walk to the nearest town, and she’s lucky Blakely didn’t also kill her for her role in Brian’s beating.

If she hadn’t called her ex-husband Ricky, then none of us would be here now. Brian would be smiling and talking, Michael would still hate his twin, and they’d be fighting… Fuck, there really aren’t any good answers here.

“Kier,” Blakely says, leaning forward to get his attention. “I’m so sorry about Michael. Not about killing him, but that he was such a piece of shit. We’ve all known each other for so long, it’s hard to believe he was capable of killing his own twin.”

“The jealousy and constant fighting makes sense now,” I mumble. “The things he said that I’d just brush off…it makes me sick that he meant it all.”

“I loved them both the same,” Kier whispers, breaking his silence. “Did I do this?”

“No!” everyone in the room yells, horrified.

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