Page 52 of Don't Trust Him

Pause.

I can tell Zario is wondering what I could love more than my handsome sicario.

“Myself,” I say quietly.

Another pause.

And then laughter. Zario can’t control himself.

“Little bitch too addicted to the finer things in life, huh?” he asks me. I don’t answer.

"I’ll show you how to make the formula. Own the fucking coke game, Zario, like no one else can,” I sell.

“Shut your fucking mouth, bitch, or I’ll fuck it quiet,” Zario says to me, grinning lewdly with the kind of self-satisfied smile that tells me that this wasn’t just an expression. He’d do it.

It looks like Rafe is going to kill Zario right now if Grayson doesn’t get to him first.

Except for the part where Grayson is chained up in the warehouse Zario took us to. He can’t help me.

Zario gets Rafe’s little sample out, and I stand tall.

Rafe and I exchange looks, and I hope he got me asking about backup. He made a face that looked a hell of a lot like, no.

No we can’t call them in yet is what I’m hoping for.

But it might be no, we aren’t going to have any backup.

I mean, Rafe wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place.

Thank fuck he came back.

But God only knows what will happen now.

“Okay, prove it,” Zario says to me. “You kill Grayson Teague with me, and you don’t have to spend the last four hours of your life taking my cock. I’ll let you live and you can run this lab for me. I’ve heard how good you are,” Zario says.

Then Zario cracks his Glock clear over Grayson’s face, cracking things I never want to hear crack again.

Blood splatters everywhere.

Zario kicks Grayson.

I kick the other side.

I punch him. I slap him.

I tear into him, and Zario just starts laughing.

See, I’m not holding back. I have a rage and a darkness inside of me. I have a thirst for vengeance. And that’s all that’s coursing through my bloodstream right now.

My brain shuts off. It’s like it’s drowning in gasoline and someone else is controlling my actions.

“That’s right, Lang, you fuck him up, you goddamn end him, and you have a place at my side,” Zario says, and he’s…proud. “You’re crazier than he ever was, and he puts cocks in throats without breaking a sweat. I like a spitfire.” Zario squeezes my ass and I hit Grayson again.

I hear ribs crack.

I did that.

“Wow, you have this. You have a talent for this,” Zario marvels.

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