Page 69 of Brutal Prince

“We get rid of her.”

I don’t like the sound of that, so I add, “We’ll turn Lavish Prep into her own personal hell. She’ll be begging her parents to send her back.”

Marcus smiles around the joint and sticks out his hand.

I grab it, squeeze it, shake it.

Then I take the joint from him and lift my eyebrows as my eyes slide to the game controller. “Duo?”

“Yeah, sure.” He grabs the spare controller off the game console and brings it to me.

I watch him as he sits, and can’t help but shake my head in reluctant admiration.

You’d never think, looking at him, that he murdered a girl in cold blood. I guess pushing someone off a bridge isn’t as chilling as stabbing or gunning them down, but still.

“What?” Marcus asks, and I realize I’d been staring. I look away, grab my beer, and chug at it.

“Thinking how I’m gonna kick your ass.”

“We’re on the same team, Briar,” Marcus says slowly. “Always will be.”

Of course we are. I don’t know why the fuck I ever doubted him.

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