Cruel Temptation (Underground Kings 1)

His shoulders sagged, and his head fell again. He was relieved. The both of us were. His hands clutched my shoulders tight, and when he stared back up at me, his eyes shined. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I said.

“Can you take the knife away from my chest, baby?” he asked, and that’s when I noticed I had the tip pressed right against his heart.

“Whoops, sorry,” I said, keeping my voice soft, so it didn’t echo, and carefully placed the knife on the vent.

His entire body jerked back, and he looked over his shoulder to see a hand on his ankle. It was like time slowed when both of us realized Brian had gripped Jaxon’s ankle.

I gripped his shirt with every ounce of strength I had, but Brian was stronger. The shirt ripped, and the metal of the vents were too slick for Jaxon to gain any traction. “Jaxon!” I screamed when he got quickly pulled away from my sight.

It was like something out of a scary movie.

It was a scary movie.

Brian was the monster, and we were the victims.

A loud crash sounded at the bottom, and I knew that Brian had let Jaxon fall from the shelves and onto the floor. I pulled myself along the vent, back to where I came from. The vent was open, and the sound of flesh pounding flesh could be heard.

I just didn’t know whose flesh was being obliterated.

When I looked down from the air duct, I couldn’t see anyone in the closet, but I heard crashing coming from the game room. I laid on the first shelf, then swung my body over, doing my best not to look down. Heights weren’t as bad now for some reason. Maybe it was because he helped me conquer a fear.

There was just one more fear left to demolish.

And I was going to stab it right in the back.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Jaxon

I tossed Brian against the air hockey table, and he slid over the white top and fell on the other side. I didn’t care if I had to die; Brian was going to die with me. Sebastian and the rest of the guys were standing off to the side and stepped forward to help.

Holding up my hand, I stopped them from coming closer. “He is mine.”

Brian laughed, cackling from the ground. He pushed himself up by using the air hockey table. I stomped forward and grabbed the back of his head, slamming it against the table. A sick crunch sounded when his nose flattened. He crumbled into a useless heap and cupped his nose, blood spurting everywhere, running between his fingers and over his lips. It was a lot of blood. He choked, and a fountain flew from his mouth.

I straddled him so he couldn’t move and starting to punch him. I was tired. My fists fucking hurt, my bones hurt, but my mind was clear and focused.

I was going to fucking kill him, and when I did, I would tear him limb from limb, and use his body parts as shark bait. I didn’t want him to exist. I never wanted him to have a funeral or a grave. His family would live forever, not knowing what happened to him, and I didn’t give a fuck. Brian didn’t deserve for his family to know. I hoped his bones sank to the bottom of the ocean.

“You killed Tracy,” I said, lifting my fist in the air again and let it smash against his cheek. “You killed her, and I’m going to kill you the same way you killed her.” I wrapped my hands around his throat and squeezed. I couldn’t tell when his face turned red because of the blood. My lips quivered as I sneered at him, and all he did was give me an evil smile.

He lifted his head off the ground until his mouth was just an inch from mine. “Bitch deserved it,” as he spoke, blood sprayed against my face.

“Got it,” Sebastian said, and I knew that meant he had gotten it on camera.

As I squeezed harder, his veins protruded out of his neck, and blood continued to come out of his mouth and soaked my hands, causing my fingers to slip but refused to give up. Tracy deserved this. Tracy.

Me.

Quinn.

We all deserved to live in peace.

“She didn’t deserve it,” I said, struggling to crush his windpipe. “But you do.” I twisted my hands and snapped his neck. His struggles stopped, and I fell onto my ass, watching Brian to make sure he didn’t come back to life. Blood still trickled from his lips, pooling onto the ground under his mouth. His eyes were open, but his chest didn’t rise or fall.

Quinn cried out and went to slam the knife in his skull when Owen pulled her away just in time before she ruined her beautiful innocent mind. Thank god.