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I couldn’t bear to take my focus off of Lloyd as a slither of doubt crept into my mind. All the shit he stated, she hadn’t mentioned, and it seemed too detailed to be lies conjured up out of desperation.

Had I misplaced my loyalty?

My guts clenched into a knot, and I considered filleting him open in order to read him like a book.

Lloyd had managed to manipulate me into believing him once before, but I’d been high on emotion and anger, unwilling to differentiate between the lies he’d told and the truth. I studied his face, but he continued spewing shit before I could make up my mind.

“I can’t tell you how many times her pussy tried to suck my balls dry, Gideon. Crying out her release, her cum creaming my dick. I fulfilled every single one of her fantasies. Tied up. Choked out. Marked with my cum.”

Everything I did to her—

“No,” Addilyn finally voiced denial, her tone weak—but firm. “You…you sick fuck! I never wanted your touch. Your dick. Your mouth on me!”

“Who’s the sick fuck?” Lloyd asked, eyeing her. “You’re nothing more than a piece of trash. A kinky whore who wanted her stepfather’s dick.”

My princess…the only one who understood and accepted me for the sick fuck I was. And Lloyd thought to liken her to the bitch I’d helped Devon strangle?

The rage exploded, and my fist shot out again, smashing into his mouth and knocking his head back.

He let out a grunt. Groaned while spitting out a tooth. “Fuck.” He spat again, blinking and muttering curses.

“She’s fucking perfect,” I growled at him, the adrenaline keeping my fists numb to the pain from thrashing at him. “Don’t ever compare her to someone like that junkie Jenny!”

Lloyd’s eyes widened as I yanked my knife from its sheath and closed the distance between us. “Th-that was you?”

“Fuck yeah,” I answered, my lips twitching upward in a manic grin. “So was getting your friend hauled off in cuffs.” I pressed my blade against Lloyd’s neck, causing his movements to still.

His gaze flicked beyond me, fear returning to his dark orbs. The kind that twitched my dick to life. The kind I fed off.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t slice every inch of you into ribbons. Soak the floor with your blood.” I leaned down, putting our faces at eye level. “Because that’s what I want, Lloyd. I want your pain. Your screams. I want to take back everything you stole from my princess.”

A shudder rippled through me at the images flashing in my head.

Devon and Jenny had been a quiet affair.

The Sheriff’s even more so since I hadn’t gotten my hands dirtied.

But this…the start of it all, will give me the bloodbath I need.

My grin widened.

“Don’t do this, son.”

I stabbed the knife into his clavicle, and his scream filled the night. Closing my eyes, I soaked that shit up.

Chuckled.

“Jesus—fuck!” Lloyd gasped, and I yanked the blade out.

“I’m not your fucking son.” I stabbed into his other shoulder, his shrieks a growing crescendo in my ears.

Addilyn didn’t ask me to stop. Didn’t make one goddamn noise of disgust over the violent streak rising to claim my mind.

I sliced Lloyd’s shirt from his body. Yanked the blood-soaked cotton free. Let it fall with a wet splat to the floor.

“Gideon…” he tried to sway me, but the simple pleading of my name on his bloody lips made no difference.

Addilyn deserved her revenge, and I would be the one to give it to her.

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