Page 171 of Pucking Obsessed

Pain means nothing to me.

He can’t hurt me because others have hurt me worse my entire life.

I know how to handle pain.

It puts me at an advantage over men like Heine who only play at suffering.

Heine’s eyes are already wet with tears.

“Who are you? You look like the pet but you’re different.” Heine is staring at me in shock. “Are you the psycho twin?”

My gaze hardens. “I’m the killer one.”

Heine stiffens. Fear widens his eyes. Then he begins to sob.

Satisfying.

Every time that I was beaten, ignored, or slammed into lockers, a part of me wanted to see that same look in the eyes of the people around me.

I’m not Shay.

Shay only desires to live his best life, working hard and making the most of every opportunity because he knows how close we came to dying.

He couldn’t hurt anyone, even people who hurt him repeatedly.

He needed me for that.

Yet he’s usually the one who pulls me back from taking revenge…usually.

Except, he’s not here now.

I didn’t admit that was the real reason I didn’t want Shay or Robyn here.

I tighten my hand around Heine’s throat, and he gurgles. He scrabbles more desperately at my wrist.

“Eden,” D’Angelo’s firm voice comes from behind me.

It cuts through the red mist in my mind as sharply as Shay’s voice would.

I let out a shaky breath.

“Eden,” D’Angelo tries again more softly.

His voice sounds rough like he’s in pain.

Heisin pain.

Heine has been whipping him.

At the thought, I flex my fingers around the bastard’s throat.

“Stop,” Heine rasps.

I don’t.

“Red,” D’Angelo calls.

Instantly, I drop Heine and take a startled step backward.

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