Page 171 of Ignite

“Okay.”

He looks like a rat. Acts like one too.

None of our men would fold this fast.

“Why did you enter Hallie into The Chase?”

His eyes flick to his mangled hand. His face goes pale.

“Revenge. I was going to use someone from the club. But then Hallie decided to be a fucking whore with you. Thought it’d be funny. She doesn’t deserve to be happy.”

I shut my eyes, breathe deep.

The monster claws at my skin.

“Why do you always try to belittle her?” I tilt my head. “It’s the small dick, isn’t it? Men like you always lash out when they get rejected.”

He grits his teeth. I can’t help but laugh.

“Can’t even deny it.”

“She is a slut. She deserves everything she gets for leaving me for the likes of you,” he spits back.

I clutch my chest dramatically.

“Oh, how tragic. A man who cares for her. Makes her come violently. Would kill her prick of an ex without blinking.” I lean in, venom dripping.

“Yeah. I’m still alive. You could’ve killed me twice now.”

I roll my eyes.

“Only because I want you alive, silly.”

He frowns.

“It’s painfully clear you’re not the brains of this operation. But I did find out you’re working for your cousin. That British accent...I’d bet my last bullet your handler is Arthur.”

Color drains from his face.

Bin-fucking-go.

“Save your life, Ben. He’d kill you in a heartbeat to save himself. That’s who the Bowens are. Unloyal. Greedy. Cowardly cunts.”

Ben’s jaw ticks. Finn glances at me, impressed.

“We are not,” Ben groans.

Oh, the slip.

“We?” I ask, knowing full well he’s just admitted what I needed to know.

His eyes go wide, and I tut.

“Ben Bowen. Arthur really must be scraping the bottom of the barrel for men to send you after me. You’re an embarrassment.”

“Fuck you.” He spits at me and I duck it easily.

“No, thanks. Even if I did swing that way, I’d want someone who performs better. You looked like a rabbit on crack fucking that girl on the couch. She looked bored. Probably how Hallie felt too.”

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