Page 83 of Sinister Legacy
“Get up, quarterback.”
Keira is slowly rounding the car, watching me carefully with no small amount of intrigue and lust in her eyes.
I raise the gun. “Get the fuck up!”
Glaring daggers at me, Liam climbs to his feet. I know that look; we’re past simple beatings. Now it’s killed or be killed.
Placing my arm over Keira’s shoulder, I lift my chin toward the thick tree line where he took her the other week, when he made her dig her own grave. I jostle the gun. “You know where we are, quarterback. Lead the way.”
Liam wants to make a run for it, but one look at the gun in my hand and he must think better of it. He sets off walking like an obedient puppy.
With my arm extended in front of me, the gun aimed at Liam’s head, I place a kiss on Keira’s temple. She smells of her apple shampoo and something uniquely her that I can’t get enough of.
Tightening the grip on the gun, I call out, “Did it make you feel good to take her out here and scare the living shit out of her? Did you feel like a man?”
His head hangs, and his shoulders slump. I’m a bit disappointed that he isn’t putting up more of a fight, especially since he’s walking to his death. But we’re teenagers, so he probably thinks I won’t kill him.
Naive fucker.
Sticks break underfoot, and we have to duck beneath branches a couple of times before reaching the clearing where the grave greets us. It has since rained, and the bottom has a soggy puddle of water that won’t dry out until the temperature drops below freezing.
Liam stiffens as he looks at it, and then he turns slowly. His eyes come to mine, watching me carefully.
Pulling Keira into my chest, I ask him, “Did you not think I would have you followed every minute of the day? Come on, Liam. I’m King Knight, for fuck’s sake. My family has more money than sense. We’re fucking royalty here in Blackwoods.”
His gunmetal gaze flits to Keira, and I pull the trigger, making the fucker shit his pants when I aim just to his right. “Don’t look at her, or I will fucking shoot you.”
His chest rises and falls rapidly, but he remains mute behind his gag.
“Get in the grave.”
His eyes widen, and his nostrils flare.
“Did I fucking stutter?”
Liam looks at the grave behind him, then his eyes are back on mine. For the first time today, raw fear reflects in their depths. He starts to shake his head, so I shoot him in the kneecap.
His pained, muffled screams bounce off the trees as he topples to the ground.
Beside me, my girl giggles.
Fucking giggles.
I chuckle too. What a fucking loser he is, sobbing and rolling around on his back while clutching his bleeding knee in his hands. Blood pours between his fingers, bright crimson against his skin.
Fed up with his weeping, I stalk up to him, aim the gun at his uninjured knee and shoot that, too. The loud gunshot sends birds erupting from the treetops.
I kick him into the grave to the sound of his agonized screams, watching the mud stain red while he cries like a fucking baby. “Not such a man now, are you?”
Keira spots the shovel propped against the nearest tree, and I keep the gun aimed at Liam while she retrieves it. Not that he can try to escape with both of his kneecaps blown to smithereens.
When she returns, she sneers down at him as she begins to shovel dirt. It rains over his face and chest. “Doesn’t feel so good, does it?”
More dirt rains over his tear-streaked, muddied, and terrified face. I almost want to jump down there and remove his gag so I can listen to him beg for his life.
“You’re an asshole, Liam,” Keira hisses, aiming straight for his face. “Do you know how fucking scared I was?”
I study the cold fury in her eyes and the curl of her lips.
