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Killing would be too good for her.

I had to hand it to her though.

The girl got me.

She motherfucking got me good.

Here, I thought that I was a heartless motherfucker, but she reigned, hands down.

I let go of Bailey’s neck, then walked out of the house with Emerson’s phone. I stormed to my car, ready to call Liam and Deke, to burn this fucking town to the ground. Instead, I called the unknown number again, and this time, the sonofabitch answered on the fourth ring.

“Hey, are you almost here?” he answered. “Because, I’ve got to tell you, my dick’s been hard as steel waiting for you, pretty girl.”

I had no idea how I could form words, but I managed. “Who in the fuck is this?”

“Whoa, wait,” he asked, surprised. “Who is this? Where’s Emerson?”

My rage boiled over at the same exact moment that my heart broke.

Emerson had played me.

She fucking played me.

Then I was consumed with the sickest feeling. No wonder she had let me fuck her like a seasoned whore. Just because her pussy had been virgin, that didn’t mean that her ass had been. We’d hadn’t made it that far for me to find out, but a lot of teenage girls gave up the ass, thinking that it was okay as long as they preserved theirrealvirginity for the man that they loved. I hung up on the no-good cocksucker, then felt paralyzed by the turn of events.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally pulled out of Emerson’s driveway, then had gotten myself over to Liam’s. One look at me, and he had called Deke.

Now we were all sitting in Liam’s father’s den, and we were drinking up the good stuff. “What are you going to do, Ram?”

“Kill her,” I answered, clearly and specifically.

“I don’t know, Ram,” Liam chimed in. “I mean, I’m all for killing herifshe really did set you up, but I’m having trouble with this.”

I tossed her phone at him. “See for yourself,” I sneered.

Deke walked over to stand next to Liam, and together, they read the text exchanges. It took them a couple of minutes, as I imagined they were reading all of them, whereas I’d only read those first few.

When they were done, Liam tossed the phone back to me, asking, “Want me to call Roselyn and ask her if she knows where Emerson’s at?”

“Yeah, like she’s going to give up Emerson,” I scoffed.

“So, what do you want to do?” Deke asked again.

I sat there trying to combat all the emotions that were threatening to drown me. People said that there was a thin line between love and hate, and I knew exactly how that saying had come to pass now. This morning, I had loved Emerson more than my own life. I would have killed for her and died for her. I would have forsaken every other motherfucker on the planet for her, even Liam and Deke.

However, now…

Now, I wanted nothing more than to make her suffer so horribly that she took a rope to her neck to end her misery. I wanted her to feel as broken as I did. I wanted her to struggle with the mere effort of existing each morning.

“I’m going to make her pay,” I finally said. “As much as I’d love to kill her, killing her would be too easy. I want that fucking cunt to suffer.”

Liam winced, but asked, “How?”

I looked up at the two closest people to me in the world, then laid out my plan. Deke looked delighted, and Liam looked slightly sick. However, Liam’s reservations didn’t matter. I knew that he’d back me, no matter what, and tomorrow, Emerson Andrews would see that loyalty live and in living color.

Chapter 28

Emerson~

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