Page 246 of Unravelling The Beast

“Who?”

Fury pours into me as I round the table, reaching into my pocket and flipping out my knife while rushing toward the dance floor. Wren's wide eyes meet mine as I approach from behind him, but it's too late to stop me.

I wrap my arm around his neck from behind and I place the knife firmly against his throat.

“You fucked with the wrong man's girl!”

Wren shouts in an attempt to calm me down.

“Arlo!”

“Well, hello, brother-in-law.”

My brows pinch, and then my eyes widen when he speaks, the deep voice all too familiar.

“It didn't take you long to move on from murdering my fucking sister, I see.”

My jaw tightens as I stroll around him, my sharp blade remaining on his throat the entire time and when I look into his eyes, I see that it is, in fact, Bridget's younger brother, Carter.

“Don't look so surprised, Arlo. I know I'm grown and as big as you now and could easily snap your fucking neck for what you've done, but that's what time does to a man.”

My jaw tenses; the shock I was just feeling is now replaced with the fury swelling inside of me.

“I don't give a fuck who you are; remember who the fuck you're talking to.”

He smirks, standing his ground.

“I never did fucking like you, you piece of shit. She was always way too good for you.”

His eyes move to Wren, and he smiles.

“You'll be next, sweetheart.”

Anger strikes me, and I close the small gap between us until we're nose to nose. I press the knife beneath his chin, forcing him to raise it and stare into his eyes with loathing while speaking through clenched teeth.

“Shut the fuck up, you stupid little cunt.”

“How is my nephew, anyway? You know, the kid you've deprived my family of seeing for the past three fucking years?”

Rage surges through me, and just as I am ready to beat his mother-fucking disrespectful ass, Milo steps in between us and forces us apart while raising his voice.

“What the fuck!”

I take a few steps back and close my knife, but Milo keeps his hand on Carter's chest and stares at him, puzzled.

“Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck are you doing at my party?”

Carter smiles and then glances my way.

“I'm on a date.”

He makes a head motion behind me with a sneer on his lips, and as I cast a sidelong glance over my shoulder, Savannah passes by me.

I sigh and look aside, becoming extremely irritated just at the sight of her. I purse my lips before lifting my eyes to see him bring her close, and they start making out, madly all over one another, making me feel fucking nauseous.

Before I kill them both, I grab Wren's hand, and just as I pull her away from this shitshow to take her home, Savannah speaks.

“You're not staying for the party, Arlo?”

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