Page 88 of Cain
“Admit it.”
“I didn’t?—”
“Admit it, Emily!”
“I was jealous, okay?” she screams as tears run down her cheeks. “I was fucking jealous!”
She stands there, shaking, ashamed, trying to choke back tears. Landon chuckles and lights up a smoke.
I smile. “See? It wasn’t so hard.”
She keeps her head low, refusing to raise her eyes and meet mine like a fucking coward.
She’s nothing. Just a bitter, clingy idiot who thought she could play in my world. All I see is a weak, jealous girl who couldn’t lie straight if her life depended on it.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it was all just some pathetic misunderstanding. No scheme. No hidden truthabouthim.I can’t lie; I’m disappointed. I believed I could get one step closer to him. I didn’t come here for nothing, but that’s exactly what I found. There’s nothing left worth my time.
“Go back inside.”
“No, wait.” She grabs my wrist. Landon twitches, already reaching for his gun. I glance at him sharply, and he stops. “Please keep her where you have her.”
Excuse me?!
I stare at her.
She says it like she’s doing us both a favor. It’s like she’s handing over something dirty, something she’s finally done pretending to protect.
This is the same girl who acted concerned, as if she cared.
“You were worried not long ago,” I say flatly. “Remember that? Walking around like some heartbroken little saint, acting like you gave a damn.”
She swallows hard. Her hand is still on my wrist.
“I was,” she blurts. “I—I am worried. But you seem nice, right? I mean, you won’t hurt her, will you?”
“You think I’m nice?Nice?” I snap, yanking my hand from her grip. “You sent cops to my fucking door, tried to play the grieving roommate, and now you’re here begging me to keep your little friend locked up like a pet in a cage, and you’re asking if I am nice?”
I step closer, my eyes penetrating hers.
“She doesn’t deserve what you’re doing to her. You’re the kind of bitch who wants someone dead if it means your pathetic little ego gets a scrap of attention. As longas you get to be seen, you don’t care who gets buried,” I bark, my voice rising.
Suddenly, a smile brightens her face. “So, you actually do have her.”
She’s fucking filth. Lower than I thought. And that smug little smile makes me want to crush her skull in my hands just to shut her up. But I want to hear how deep her sickness goes before I decide which part of her to break first.
“I knew it,” she chirps, her fake-ass tears already drying. “I’ll go to the cops.”
“Boss, can we kill her already?” Landon exhales indignantly, pulling his gun out.
“My friends saw you, dumbass. Dragging me out like some lunatic? Yeah, good luck hiding that.”
Landon steps closer to me, pulling the hammer of his gun. “Please?”
I clear my throat, choking back my laugh. “Landon no. Let’s hear what our charming little snake has to offer.”
He groans, rolling his eyes. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
She flips him the bird—zero survival instinct.
