Page 232 of Vicious Saint
“What?”
“How far will you actually go to keep this promise to Hendrix?”
The muscles of my jaw flex, and I can feel Levi’s anticipation as he studies my face, no doubt assuming I’ll take my time with an answer.
Weigh the scales of right versus wrong. Smart versus stupid.
I do none of the above. In fact, there’s not a second of deliberation needed because the answer to his question was obvious the night in The Pit. Seconds before I flicked the lighter and Luke’s body turned to flames.
“I’ll become the monster I never wanted her to see.”
With a slam of Theory’s bedroom door behind me, I stalk over to her as she braids the tinseled pieces of her hair. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting ready.”
“I told you multiple times you’re not going to this party.”
Annalie strolls out of the bathroom dressed in one of her easy access mini dresses as she sits in a chair next to my sister. The level of skank whore in it has my gaze slicing to Theory’s outfit.
Skinny jeans and a pink tube top. Not as trashy as Annalie’s but revealing enough to pull a growl from my throat. Theoryknows better than to wear a top this fucking low to her chest. Last time she tried I burned every shirt without sleeves right in front of her.
“Take that shit off and put on pajamas.”
“Daddy said I can go.”
“I highly doubt that.”
With shoulders dropped, she turns to face me. “This isn’t the first time our family’s in trouble, Saint. Stop being so dramatic.”
My little sister must’ve lost her fucking mind.
Buried it somewhere up Annalie’s ass.
It’s the only reason she’d be stupid enough to announce a chink in the Lavells’ armor in front of an outsider.
“I mean,hello, end of junior year,” Annalie comments through a laugh, referring to the blowout with the missing Bratva princess.
Fuck this bitch. Her presence has not only just turned dangerous, but the example she’s setting for my sister is no longer one I’m willing to tolerate for the sake of my plans.
It’s been manageable for a while, given how clueless Annalie always was about the politics of the school, and the strict rules of their friendship Theory wasn’t breaking. But now? My distractions have made my little sister not only defy me but become unrecognizable in the process. The realization of how bad of an idea this was has regret and fury churning my insides.
I fist Annalie’s high ponytail and she yelps. “How many fucking times do I have to tell you to stay out of my family business?” With a yank, she flies back and hits the floor, leaving Theory to scream as I step on her friend’s throat with one of my Jordans. “You really think I’d allow a skank whore like you to hang around my sister without serving a purpose?”
“Please,” Annalie chokes out a cry, so I press harder.
“You’ve officially proven yourself a useless nasty cunt. So from now on, stay far the fuck away from my sister.”
“Saint!” Theory croaks as she jumps out of the seat. “Get your foot off of her, she can’t breathe!”
“Oh, and who’s fault is that, baby girl?” My lip curls at Theory in disgust, then at Annalie. “I’ll snap this bitch’s trachea without blinking, and flick the ashes of a blunt onto her corpse right after.”
Annalie mutters incoherently, face turning red around her beady eyes.
When her friend is seconds from passing out, Theory does what Theory does every time she crosses the line. “Okay, I’ll stay away from her…please just stop.”
“Too late for compromises, sister. It’s time you remember who your brother is.”
Tears stream down Annalie’s cheeks as she attempts to apologize, destroying the caked up face she likely took hours to bake.
