Page 96 of Hell Hath No Fury

Antoinette gives me an impatient look, then tilts her head as she scoffs, “Seriously, Darius?”

“Are you two about done?” Dmitri interrupts, the end of his gun knocking the side of my head a bit.

“Ow,” I complain, attempting to lift my free hand to massage my bruised scalp, but he knocks my hand down with a dirty look. “No fast movements.”

“It wasn’t exactly fast,” I mutter, a little thrill running through me as his scowl deepens. Lord knows being annoying has gotten me out of more than a few things in my day, and I can only hope that streak will continue on this day.

Dmitri moves closer to me, the gun moving into a better position to kill me instantly. “You really wanna die today?”

I go to make another clever retort, but Antoinette interrupts, “Back off, Dmitri.”

“Why would I do that?” he asks without looking at her.

Antoinette glares at him. “Because you gave me your word.”

I roll my eyes, annoyance bubbling up inside me at the idea that she would believe anything this fucker says after all he put her through.

Dmitri eyes her coolly, his brows lifting as he replies, “As if that means anything at all.”

“I think it does.”

I snort, and Dmitri gives me another dirty look, his hand tightening on the gun still pressed against the side of my head as if he’s reminding me of the precarious position I’m in, but still, I taunt, “Go ahead and shoot me, you fucking prick. Then at least she’ll have to admit what a fucking lying shitbag you are.”

Dmitri frowns, his eyes moving from Antoinette back to me, obviously quite conflicted by the back-and-forth between us. Then Antoinette says, “Don’t fucking listen to him, Dmitri. He’s just fucking jealous.”

My eyes widen, fury running through me at her words. “Fucking jealous of what?”

The look she gives me can only be described as cutting. “You know what.”

“What are you doing?” Antonio whisper-shouts at Antoinette.

She just puts her hand up dismissively and responds, “Getting to the bottom of this once and for all.”

“I’m relatively certain we have been to the bottom and then some,” Antonio mutters, but he stands down, obviously resigned to however this is going to play out.

“So, you’re going to be a fucking bitch then,” I spit out, and she stiffens, sputtering curses in my direction that don’t even make sense.

Dmitri sighs loudly and leans forward a bit as he asks Lilith, “These two always like this?”

Lilith nods, then shrugs. “Pretty much. Though this,” she pauses and points between Antoinette and me before continuing, “is kind of your fault.”

“My fault?”

Lilith’s eyes widen. “Uh-huh. You are the reason she was missing for months.”

“And also the reason she lives at all.”

Lilith rolls her eyes and makes a rather rude noise. “That would hold far more merit if you hadn’t brainwashed her into believing you were married.”

Dmitri has the decency to wince. “Fair point.”

“Can we get fucking on with this already?” I say impatiently. “My feet hurt from standing on concrete, and the blood drying on my face is starting to itch.”

Dmitri leans close to me and asks, “How do you see this going?”

“I honestly don’t fucking care anymore,” I retort. “Someone shoot someone so we can go home.”

Dmitri laughs, the strange sound of it making my skin crawl, and then he says, “I thought about it, you know.”

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