Page 49 of Deliver Us From Evil

We watch as Sean walks over to the wooden coffee table and opens the drawer. What he retrieves has me shooting upright, standing in front of Ethan.

“Get that away from him.” All plans are quickly thrown out the window when I look at the small leather case in his hand. I will kill him before he gets that shite near Ethan.

“Calm down,” Sean flippantly orders. “It’s nothin’ he can’t handle. It’s just something to take the edge off.”

“Yer not shootin’ him up with that shite ever again.” In Sean’s hand is an ex-addict’s weakness. It is also the way for Sean to subdue Ethan until he can cement his position on his throne.

When Sean steps forward, I strike out and punch him in the jaw. “I won’t tell ye again.”

He wipes the blood from his lip, smirking as I’ve allowed him to see my weakness. “Ethan, what would ye like to do?”

I never take my eyes off Sean because I am ready to end this—consequences be damned.

Ethan comes to a stand by me. “It’s all right, Puck,” he assures me.

“Naw, it is not all right.”

“Ethan, no,” Hannah cries, also coming to a stand.

It’s three against one. Sean is outnumbered, and I like those odds.

“Ye see, I have a lot at stake, and I can’t take any chances.”

He needs Ethan as a comatose zombie because any threat, no matter how small, is still a threat.

“Why would I do that? That shite ruined my life.”

Sean mulls over his comment. “I don’t remember it bein’ all bad. In fact, I remember ye likin’ it. A lot.”

Ethan lowers his eyes, ashamed.

“But if ye don’t want it, maybe I can offer it to yer girlfriend? She’s still at Fiona’s, am I right? I like what she’s done with her hair.”

Fuck.

He cannot go there. If he does and sees Cami, all of this would have been for nothing. But I can’t allow Ethan to do this. This will destroy him.

Who do I choose?

Eva has recently cut her hair, which means Sean has eyes on the house or, at the very least, Eva. Does this mean he already knows Cami is free?

I am presented with two options. I do as Sean wants, or…I kill him.

I decide on the latter.

Shoving Ethan and Hannah aside, I launch for Sean, primed on killing him with my bare hands. I don’t think about anything but crushing this fucker. Anger explodes from me, and I attack Sean from every angle. He doesn’t stand a chance.

He stumbles backward as I punch him in the stomach, then the ribs. He crashes into a cabinet, whatever inside breaking with the force. Gripping him by the collar of his shirt, I headbutt him, relishing in the pained wheeze which escapes him.

I know this is wrong, that by doing this I put everyone at risk. But I can’t stop.

Elbowing him in the face, I holler in happiness when blood pours from his nose. I don’t know what happens when I kill him, but I don’t care. The bloodshed rouses the bloodlust, and I won’t be satisfied until he’s dead.

“Puck!” Hannah screams, but I can’t stop. This is all I’ve dreamt of.

Slamming his back against the wall, I press my forearm over his throat, choking the life from him as he turns a bright red. He doesn’t fight, and again, déjà vu overcomes me. I’m about to kill him; he should be fighting for his life.

“Let him go.”

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