Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

"I know what that looks like, and it involves a lot more blushing and squeezing your knees together."

So I am that obvious. Doesn't matter. Someone broke Jared's nose. At least I know he deserved it.

Miles laughs. "Should I be jealous?"

"Of...?"

"You were staring at that guy." He motions to Jared. "Is he your ex-boyfriend or something?"

"Or something."

"What—he broke your heart, and you paid one of your friends to break his nose?"

"You really think it's broken?"

Miles nods. "Likely." His fingers brush against my wrist. "Did he cheat on you or something?"

"Or something."

He leans closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Want me to kick his ass?"

"Would you really?"

"For you, yeah."

"That's okay. Someone already did." I smile. It's the widest smile I've ever smiled. I should feel horrible about wishing this pain on Jared, but I don't.

Miles laughs and slides his hand around my waist. "Meg Smart. I never thought I'd see the day."

I clear my throat and adopt my most mature stance. "There is no day. Now, where are we going?"

"You're glad someone kicked that guy's ass."

"He deserves it."

Miles's eyes connect with mine. Joy spreads over his face. "Do you trust me?"

"That depends on what we're talking about."

"This guy hurt you. Right?"

"You could say that."

Miles pulls me towards the wall so we're out of the way. "I'm going to do something to hurt him back."

I should feel sick at the suggestion, but I don't. This asshole stole my sister's life from her.

He needs to hurt. He needs to bleed.

I nod. "Okay."

Jared is still filling out paperwork. I haven't seen him since before Rosie died. He didn't come to the funeral. At the time, it pissed me off, but now I'm glad. I would have killed him if I saw him that day.

I want to kill him now.

The two-faced asshole was so fucking polite to me. He acted like a gentleman, like he was a prince and he'd treat her like a princess. I guess his idea of royalty involves massive opiate indulgence.

He needs to pay for what he did.