Page 175 of Rhet

“Get the fuck out.”

She cowers under her hand and stands slowly. Looking at the bullet holes in the wall next to her head.

Two inches and it would have been her. She covers her mouth and begins to cry and scream. My face remains stoic. She rocks back and forth as she continues to cry.

“Pack all your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight.”

She finally stands, with wobbly legs she comes before me. “You’re a better than this,”

I can feel my inside trembling “I never said I was a good guy sweetheart.”

“I love you with everything I have.”

“You have nothing, not even fucking morals.” I need to get her out of this office.

“You tried to crash us in the fucking wall Carson created.” I can feel myself slipping.

“No, Rhet, please. I didn’t do that.” She hiccups.

I look out the window. The weather looks like my mood. The clouds are thick and heavy. A fat rain drop hits my window as it begins to rain. I turn and begin to busy myself at my desk.

“I said I love you, Rhet.”

“Trust me, it will go away eventually.” I open my cigar box, taking out my last cigar. Needing my cigar cutter. I look down seeing the cigar that I smoked before, old, and done. Like this fucking relationship.

“Don’t you love me? I thought you loved me?” she whispers.

I look up at her. Her face has splotches of pink on her nose and her eyes are red.

“I got confused. It’s the effects of a traitor pussy. I loved to fuck you, but I never loved you. You’re actually nothing to me.”

I stare at her. My mind is devoid of any emotions. I want to destroy her, like she tried to do me and Trent’s dream.

I continue. “I don’t have the life in me to pretend I even like you, Zeeta. Not anymore.”

She steps back like I shot her in her chest.

“Go fuck Carson. He can be your ‘in case of an emergency dick,’ Fuck him.”

She twitches. “When does this all end? My brother hurts yours, I hurt you, you hurt me. When does it stop?”

“When I kill everyone.” That’s the truth, it ends if I get rid of them all.

“Let me explain, please. You need to listen.”

“I said no.”

“You’re weak. Instead of listening or expressing yourself, you act like an asshole—”

I slam my hands on my desk. “Fuck you and your thoughts. I’m giving you ten fucking seconds to leave. Because we are done,” I bellow.

“One.”

“I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”

“Two.”

“You think you can just get rid of everyone. You can’t.”

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