Page 59 of Resurrecting the Enemy
“Just play the part, Chance,” I said. “That’s all I need.”
He quickly got serious. “Have you spoken with her?”
“No, I haven’t,” I told him. “I know better than to.”
“Christ, R.J.,” he mumbled because he knew what I meant.
If I reached out to her, there was a real possibility that I’d kill her. She would either try to explain her pictures away or try to explain how she still loves that bastard, and there was no guarantee I wouldn’t strangle her with my bare hands either way.
“Is that why you’re bringing in Crew?”
Crew Marlow was only sixteen, but he was a cold-blooded psychopath. People thought I was bad, but Crew was the worst out of us all. The rest of us, even sweet, little bloodthirsty Lennon, could still be reasoned with even if we were in the middle of our emotions. Even as furious as I had been last night, and still was today, I was still able to focus and interact with other people.
Crew couldn’t.
Once Crew met his limit, the kid was unreachable, and reason and patience were a foreign concept. The kid was scary with revenge as his lover, and let me tell you, he loved the shit out of her. And he was exactly who I needed to tell me if I was missing something. I needed him to tell me what more I could do to make Lake’s life a living hell. I was too close to my anger to see beyond it.
“Yep,” I answered honestly.
There was silence on the other end, and I knew it was on the tip of his tongue to ask me if I was sure about all this, but knowing me the way he did, he refrained, and instead said, “I’ll reach out to her now.”
“Thanks, Chance,” I automatically replied.
“Never thank me, R.J.,” he said. “There’ll never be a need.” As he hung up, I glanced up and saw my brother walk into my room.
“Is it done?”
Maddox threw himself across my bed and leaned up on his elbow. “I started working on it when I got back from Port Lucia this morning.”
“Did you delete everything?”
He nodded. “There were photos dating back six years,” he said. “A lot of them were personal pictures, but I got rid of those, too, along with all her photography photos, projects, and contest photos.”
“What about her school applications?”
“Those are taken care of, too.”
I nodded. “Thanks, Mad.”
“You know better than to thank me, R.J.,” he replied, and I laughed at him basically repeated what Chance had just said. “What do you want to do about Curt?”
At the mention of Curt Metcalf, I realized I’d been so caught up in destroying Lake, I’d forgotten about him. “He’s SC High’s soccer star,” I reminded him. “So, I’m going to break his fucking legs.”
Mad nodded. “And Erica?”
“After she serves her purpose, I’m going to make sure she becomes the social media star she wants to be.”
“By?”
“That egotistical bitch is so desperate to fit in, I’m willing to bet she’d do just about anything to be invited back to a Windsor party,” I told him. “So, I’m going to see just what she’s willing to do to belong.”
“And Lake?” he asked. “Are you still going after Eden?”
“Fuck yeah, I am,” I told him. “I’m going to make Lake regret fucking with me for the rest of her life. By the time I’m finished with Eden Rudolph, Lake won’t be able to ever look her in the eye again.”
“And what about Lake?” He shrugged. “I mean, I know her future’s taken care of, but what is this party for?”
“The truth?” Maddox nodded. “My pride.”
