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Still pumped with the need for revenge, I stopped before he lost consciousness. I had a lot more planned for Curt Metcalf.
Dropping down on my haunches, I had an amusing sense of déjà vu. It was Ashton Childress all over again, only I didn’t have Mad, Chance, and Dash with me. And while I had wanted to kill Childress, I wanted Curt to suffer for a lot longer than one night.
“So, soccer star,” I began, “here’s what’s going to happen. When you can function again and return to the land of the living, you’re going to go about your life as if Lake doesn’t exist. No talking to her. No looking at her. No thinking of her. No anything.” He gurgled a little, flecks of blood escaping, but there was nothing he could say to stave off the inevitable.
I stood back up, and looking down at him, I said, “You took something from me, so now I’m going to take something from you.” With that, I grabbed his left foot, raised his leg, and slammed my foot down on it, my weight cracking it in half.
“Aahgrgagr!”
I realized quickly that there was a strong possibility he might choke on his own blood, but I couldn’t worry about that right now. Maddox was on standby to tip the cops off once I was done with him.
Grabbing his other foot, I did the same thing, breaking both his legs, and his screaming was like music to my ears. I smirked down at him. “I guess soccer’s out of the question now.”
As Metcalf’s screams lost their steam, I reached in his pockets and pulled out his car keys. I got in the car and started it. Reversing, Curt probably thought I was going to run him over, but that wasn’t the plan. Even I wasn’t arrogant enough to not acknowledge that two ‘muggings’ within a month wouldn’t look suspicious. And since Curt was going to confess to the police, I knew there wouldn’t be too much looking into his ‘accident’.
Parking the car where I needed to, I went and got Metcalf, ignored his pained screams as I drug him to his car, and placed him in the driver’s seat. Poor Metcalf was going to be so riddle with guilt, he couldn’t stand it anymore.
With Metcalf slumped in the front seat, I slid in next to him as best I could, and then turned on the car. I wasn’t worried about what might happen to me, I’ve had my share of bruised bones.
With my hand over his, I placed it on the gearshift, put it in Drive, and hit the gas pedal. It wasn’t five seconds later that I was jumping from the car right before it slammed into huge Cottonwood. The impact shook the silence, and I could hear animals fleeing the clearing in a bid for safety.
Standing, I shook off the debris of the forest floor and went to go check if Metcalf was alive or dead. I wanted him alive because I wanted him to suffer, but I wasn’t going to shed any tears if he was dead, that’s for sure.
Inspecting the damage, I saw he was pinned exactly as I needed him to be in order to explain the broken legs. And when I checked his pulse, it was thumping steadily.
I wasn’t sure if he could understand me or not through the pain, but I still leaned in and said, “Now, the police are on their way, Metcalf. You’re going to confess how sorry you are for what you did to Lake, and if you ever go near her again, Iwillfucking kill you.”
As I walked away from the wreckage, I realized I still wasn’t sated. I’d gotten my revenge on Metcalf, but I was nowhere near being pleased, and I knew I wouldn’t be until Lake forgave me.
But driving out of the clearing, I knew Erica Chambers was next.
Chapter 38
Lake~
It’s been four days since I’ve heard from Ramsey and if the fact that I was counting didn’t make me a full-blown idiot, I had no idea what would. Even Eden was at a loss on how to help me.
After I’d run from Ramsey Sunday, I’d been such a mess, I had gone straight over to Eden’s, where I told her everything. She hadn’t crucified him or defended him. She had simply held me as I cried my heart out. Four days later, she was still treating me like a wounded tiger, not sure if I was going to whimper away my pain or lash out in a rage. And to be fair, I wasn’t sure myself.
All I knew was that I was still pissed at that small part of me that wanted to forgive him. I had to continuously remind myself that he didn’t deserve my forgiveness. I had to keep reminding myself that Ramsey was evil, plain and simple. I had to remind myself that only someone extremely stupid would go back to that.
Sitting in Advanced Economics, my mind was still trying to remind me that Ramsey was bad for me when Mrs. Gardner’s gasp pierced my thoughts.
“Young man, what do you think you’re doing?”
My had snapped up, and walking towards me, looking determined as hell, was Maddox freakin’ Reed.
Ignoring the teacher, he weaved his way through the desks until he had my arm in his grip, and he was pulling me up from my desk. “We need to talk.”
“Are you insane?” I cried. “What are you doing?”
“Young man!” Mrs. Gardner snapped. “I don’t know-”
His head turned towards her, and he cut her off with one simple announcement. “I’m Maddox Reed.” I almost laughed at how the entire room froze, even Mrs. Gardner. “And I need to speak with Lake.”
“O…of course,” she stammered. “Uh, Ms. Warren, you’re free to…” Maddox didn’t wait for her full permission. The fucking guy literally drug me from the classroom and didn’t stop until we found ourselves behind the science building.
When I was finally able to yank my arm out of his hold, I let him have it. “Are you fucking crazy?” I hissed. “What is the matter with you?” He shot me a look that reminded me so much of his brother, my heart skipped in my chest. One thing that was undeniable was that Maddox Reed was every bit as stunning as his brother and father.
