Page 102 of Crybaby

I wrap my arms around her, and before she has a chance to fight, I shove her arms behind her and snap on a pair of handcuffs of her own and toss her into the car. I buckle her in. She tries to bite my face.

Carson is sobbing in the back seat. The sound is music to my ears. I aimed to destroy the Beckett empire—what a way to start.

I speed out of the garage, leaving the carnage behind with a smile. When I pull onto the road, I’m surprised a SWAT team isn’t waiting for us. But I know they won’t be far behind, which is why we need a plan.

Darcie isn’t talking to me right now, so I peer at Carson in the back seat, sniveling. I can’t help but laugh. “Oh, stop being such a whiny little bitch. You know, for a murderer, I expected a little more balls.”

“It was an accident!” he screams, teeth bared. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Shame that, because killing Blake is the best thing you’ve ever done. You’ve got one up on me.”

Carson sniffs, and his tears are soon replaced with the asshole we’ve come to love. “What are you talking about? You killed Buckets! You both did!”

That comment finally snaps Darcie from her vow of silence. “He’s not dead,” she states firmly. “He may be missing a hand, but he’s fine.”

“No, he’s not fine! I went to his house, and his grandma told me what you two did. What did you think would happen? You shoved his hand down a garbage disposal! There’s no coming back from that.”

I peer at him in the rearview mirror, expecting to see his deceit, but when I see he’s actually telling the truth for once, I know we’re screwed. I then wonder about Foss.

“She’s got to go,” Darcie says to me, her guilt clear when she reads my thoughts.

Killing little old ladies isn’t our modus operandi, but she’s a witness who can fuck this entire thing up for us. She will identify meandDarcie, which throws out my whole plan that Darcie was an unwilling participant in all of this.

Fuck!

Seems like our location chose itself as I pull a U-turn and head for Buckets’s family farm.

The truck is quiet as Carson has finally shut up with his sniveling. He’s now no doubt planning ways on fucking us up because he knows it’s him or us.

My stolen cell rings, and although it’s hardly the time for chitchat, I answer when I see it’s June. I wonder how she got this number because I haven’t spoken to her since I left her in the hospital.

She doesn’t let me speak, however.

“What have you done?” she cries, her panic clear. “Walter told me you kidnapped Carson.”

“I didn’t realize you and the DA were on a first-name basis,” I quip, curling my lip in disgust. “But I guess I didn’t realize a lot of things…like him being my fucking father!”

A gasp leaves Carson as he clearly missed the memo. I meet his eyes in the mirror and know the war has begun.

“Rev, please, don’t hurt him. He’s your brother.”

“I know what he is, June. I don’t need you to remind me. I’m not sure whyhissafety is your concern, however.”

Silence…

This can’t be good.

“Because…because you have an older brother…and that’s Carson. I’m his m-mother. Both of you are my sons.”

I slam on the brakes, stopping in the middle of the road, because what in the ever-living fuck did she say?

“Are you high?” I ask, and for the first time in my life, I hope she is.

“No. I’ve never been more sober in my life.”

Funny, I wish I was wasted right now because fuck!

“When your father left, he took Carson with him. I begged that he left you both, but he always favored Carson.”

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