He breathed hard, and I walked over and took off his duty belt, dropping it to the ground.
“Look at me,” I growled again, low.
Slowly, he raised his eyes and met mine through my mask. The corners of his gaze crinkled in recognition.
And then…the asshole smiled.
“You think it’s my fault?” he asked in a quiet voice between us. “That she rejected you?”
I tightened my fists.
And then he laughed, despite how his teeth glistened with his own blood. “I would’ve been happy,” he told me. “Even better if she would’ve gotten pregnant. Having an inside to all that money, power, and connection? Priceless. She would’ve finally been useful.”
I stayed frozen, barely breathing.
He spit, spattering blood from his mouth all over me.
But I didn’t even blink.
“She knew you were a loser,” he said. “You’d just be the drunk womanizer you are now, not fit for her life.”
My blood boiled under my skin.
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bsp; He knew who we were, but I didn’t care. The masks and whispering were for the camera, not him.
Was he right? He wasn’t right. She didn’t say it, but I knew she loved me. I felt it.
It was him. He made her forget about me. He made her scared.
“And this is just a reminder,” he continued, “that she’s long gone and fine without you, but you’ll never be more than this. You’ll never be enough.”
I shook my head, my eyes burning.
Kai cleared his throat behind me. “We can’t stay here forever, Will,” he whispered. “Let’s do this.”
But Martin Scott just smiled, seeing what he was doing to me.
“She never looked at you again,” he said. “Did she?”
I stopped breathing.
“She’s never called. Even since she graduated and got free, right?”
How did he know that?
She could’ve called me. There was no reason not to once he was out of her life.
He laughed again. “You’ll never be enough.”
I swung my fist back, gritted my teeth together, and growled as I punched him across the face.
Fuck you.
A sob escaped, but I covered it up quickly.
Motherfucker.