Page 71 of Resurrecting the Enemy
“I’m sorry!” he yelled. “I’m sorry!”
I had him slammed up against his car, my fists tangled in his shirt. “You don’t know what it feels like to be sorry yet,” I snarled. “But you’re going to.”
“Erica said-”
I slammed him against the metal hard enough to make his teeth rattle. “Erica’s not the one who drugged Lake,” I seethed. “Now, before I fuck you up and you’re no good to me, you’re going to tell me what the fuck happened that night.”
His eyes were wild, and I could feel him shaking, but it wasn’t like I cared. “Reed, I-”
“What the fuck happened,” I repeated. “Don’t make me ask again.”
“Er…Erica…fuck,”he hissed out.
My forearm came up and pressed against his throat. “Do not fuck with me, Metcalf,” I warned.
“I…I…” He started shaking his head and trying to pull my arm off this throat. It was only when his face started to turn blue did I release him and take a step back.
“Start talking, or I will fucking kill you,” I told him, as serious as I’ve ever been.
Curt cleared his throat, running his hand over his neck. “A…” He let out a deep breath. “…a couple of days before the party, Erica came up to me and admitted to drugging me.”
“Why?”
He shook his head. “I don’t fucking know,” he bit out. “She just said she had a confession to make, and that’s when she told me what she’d done.” He sounded genuinely pissed. “I was so mad, I wanted to fucking strangle her.” He stared me straight in the eye when he added, “I was in love with Lake, and she ruined it.” Running his hands through his hair, he said, “Hell, I’m still in love with her. That’s…that’s why I…”
“Quit fucking with me, Metcalf!” I roared. “What happened that night?!”
“Erica told me she could help me get Lake back,” he cried out. “She told me that if I drugged her, and Lake knew what it felt like to be…be unable to function, she’d forgive me. She’d know that I never meant to cheat on her. She’d know that it was something beyond my control.” He looked so earnest, someone with a conscience might have felt sorry for him. “I...I tried talking to her, at first, but…but she kept telling me to leave her alone. She kept saying you were going to lose your shit if I didn’t leave her alone.”
“You should have listened to her,” I told him.
“The fourth time I approached her, she told me she was done with me, and when she turned her head to look for Eden, or you, I guess, I dropped some powder in her cup, and I guess…I might have use too much beca-”
My fist hit him just below the ribs, and choking sounds fill the silence. And, God, how I wanted to keep hitting him, but I needed the full story. “And?”
It took him a few seconds to collect himself, but when he finally did, he continued. “I…she started going under fast, so I held her as I took her to the bedroom. I didn’t want her passing out in the middle of the party.”
“And that picture you posted?”
“That was going to be my proof,” he said. “There’s no way Lake was going to remember it, so taking that picture was proof.”
“Except you captioned it that you got your girl back,” I reminded him.
He looked resigned when he admitted, “I was hoping it would break you guys up.”
“It did,” I confirmed for him, right before I unleashed holy hell on him.
Fury and adrenaline were the power behind each hit.
Rage and regret were behind each kick.
But it was pure heartbreak that was fueling the fury, adrenaline, rage, and regret.
There was no way I was going to lose Lake, but I couldn’t force her to forgive me. I couldn’t force her to love me. If she hated me, there was no way I’d ever be able to make her happy, and it was all my fault for not seeing this motherfucker for what he was.
As I rained down hell on him, I knew it still wouldn’t be enough. And while I had plans on going after Erica next, I knew it still wouldn’t be enough.
Nothing would be if Lake didn’t forgive me.
