Page 55 of Resurrecting the Enemy
I nodded. “The California Institute of Art and the Academy of Art University.”
“No problem,” he assured me. “Anything else?”
“I can get everything else to destroy her and Metcalf on my own,” I said, though, right now, I wasn’t sure what my plan was. I just knew I was coming for them.
My brother regarded me a bit before asking, “Are you sure you want to do this before talking to her? She co-”
“What’s to talk about, Mad?” I snapped. “You saw the same thing I did. And if you thought it was innocent, you wouldn’t have shown me. You would have told me Metcalf was bothering my girl and to go back to Sands Cove.” He knew I was right.
“I admit it looks back, but-”
“Just do it, Mad,” I told him. “I want her future ruined while I take care of her present.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to hit her where it hurts most,” I told him.
“And where’s that?”
“She’s not going down alone. I’m taking Eden with her.”
“Dash won’t have something to say about that?”
“You know he won’t,” I replied. “Not once he knows what’s going on.”
Maddox gave me a tight nod as he slapped a hand on my shoulder. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” he said. “I really am.”
“Fuck her, Mad,” I scoffed. “Fuck that lying, cheating bitch.” He didn’t comment, but what could he say?
I pulled my phone out as Mad went back outside to the party, and I pulled up Erica’s account to torture myself with the pictures she’d been posting. The first picture was of Lake and Curt in the background talking. The second was of him crowding her, maybe arguing. The third was of Lake against the wall, Curt’s hand on her neck, while the other was resting on her hip. The fourth was of them heading into the bedroom.
Telling myself not to do it, I did it anyway.
I pulled up his account, and I was immediately greeted with a picture of him and Lake in a bedroom, his arms around her, her face buried in his chest, with the caption ‘Took long enough, but I finally got my girl back’.
I was going to fucking kill him.
I knew it like I knew I was going to destroy her.
She’d had the nerve to talk to me about being surrounded by half-naked girls when it’d been her who was the weak one. And my mistake had been being worried about other guys when I had only needed to worry about one.
Lost in my plans for revenge, I hadn’t heard Dash coming inside the house until he was striding into the living room. “What’s going on?” I looked over at him. “Mad told me to come talk to you.”
I went back to Erica’s social media feed before handing my phone to Dash. I didn’t say anything as I watched him scroll through her recent photos, but I did notice his knuckles turn white around my phone.
When he was done getting an eye-full, he handed me back my phone, and asked, “What do you want to do?”
“I got Mad working on a couple of things, but I’m not satisfied with just fucking up her future,” I told him truthfully. “I want to make her take a blade to her wrists.”
Dash straightened to his full height and his chin came up in understanding. “So, this is a courtesy?”
I nodded.
Dash remained silent for a few before finally saying, “I got you.”
“You sure?”
He arched a black brow. “Don’t ever ask me that again.”
