Marco spits, keeping his gaze locked straight ahead. “You’re going to fucking die for that.”
I jam the gun under his chin, stepping into him and watching as the force of the gun pushes his chin up. “You see, that’s where you’re wrong. How are you going to tell them when you’re already dead? But don’t you worry, I have plans for them too.”
Marco’s jaw clenches, finally realizing just how much trouble he’s in. “I should have fucking shot you when I had the chance.”
“Yeah,” I laugh. “You should have. It’s funny how the tables have turned, isn’t it?”
“You won’t get away with this.”
“That’s just the thing, Marco. I already have. Now get on your fucking knees so I can end you just like you ended Maryne.”
Marco tries to pull away from the barrel of my gun but I keep on him, not giving him anything to work with. “Who the fuck is Maryne?”
My fist slams up into ribs, winding him. He buckles over and as he goes, I kick his feet out from under him, dropping his dead ass to the dirty as fuck floor. “Don’t speak her fucking name,” I growl, jamming the gun under his chin once again. “Tell me, how did you picture you were going to die? I bet you never pictured your brains being painted all over your shitty little kitchen for your father to find.”
“Fuck you.”
I twist my wrist back and forth, playing with the barrel under his chin, making him hyper-aware of it. “Any last words?”
His eyes sharpen with hatred and I laugh at his pain. “Go to hell,” he spits, knowing damn well that I'll never spare him, not in a million years.
My lips twist into a sick grin as my finger touches down on the trigger, hovering there as I prepare to take exactly what Maryne deserves.
I meet Marco’s eyes, showing him the devil who lives inside of me. My voice lowers with a deadly promise as a satisfying, sick laugh tears out of me. “I’ll see you there.”
BANG!
Chapter 28
I lay across my bed on Sunday night, staring up at Milo as he crashes down on my bed. “So, were you ever going to tell me how you ended up screwing Spencer under the bleachers? Actually no, go from before that. Tell me how you guys ended up getting close in the first place. I just can’t wrap my head around it. You realize this is Spencer, right? Like mousy brown-haired, blue-eyed, looks like a good boy but is actually the devil with a wicked jawline Spencer?”
“Yes,” he laughs. “I know who he is and as if you can deny that he’s one of the most attractive guys you’ve ever laid your eyes on?”
“I mean, yeah, he totally is and don’t get me wrong here, I’m completely aboard the Spencer train to pound town, but I thought you didn’t like him? You always made out like he was a bit of a douche.”
“I did,” he clarifies. “He’s always been the biggest douche but after getting to know him and stripping away that shield that he always has up, he’s actually a really cool guy. I think we could actually have something real going on.”
My brows fly up. “No shit?”
“Yeah,” he laughs. “I think he liked to hide behind his attitude so no one got in and saw the real him. He’s just like me. He’s been terrified of being himself because of how unaccepted guys like us are around here.”
“But hasn’t he always been a bit of a slut?”
“With chicks? Not really. There’s a lot of rumors about him with girls but they're just that. Rumors. He said that he’s been with one chick and has never been softer in his life— and that was the turning point for him. That's when he realized that he was definitely gay and he's been hiding it ever since.”
My heart breaks for the guy. All this time, he’s been hiding himself away, terrified of what the world would think of him. “I should have known. My gaydar must be off. I knew straight away when I met you that we batted for the same team, but I had absolutely no idea with Spence. If I’d only worked it out sooner, he could have been himself with me instead of feeling the need to hide.”
“Don’t beat yourself up about it,” he tells me, grabbing my leg and giving it a gentle squeeze. “He had us all fooled. Not even I worked it out.”
I let out a heavy sigh and squished my pillow under my head. “So tell me all about it. How did you end up with your knickers around your ankles under the bleachers?” I look back at Milo with a smirk crossing my lips. “He’s the top, isn’t he?”
Milo laughs but the blush that spreads across his cheeks confirms what I already know. “Do you want to hear the story or not?”
“Yes,” I groan, rolling over so I can see the full effect of all of his facial expressions as he recaps his story.
His face instantly brightens and a cheesy as fuck smile tears across his boyish face. “Well, like he said last night after I came out to the guys last week, we got to talking and—”
“Stop,” I demand, cutting him off. “You’ve already skipped crucial details. Who initiated the talking? Who came to who?”
Milo rolls his eyes and grabs the pillow from behind his back. I instantly get smacked over the head. “I’m seriously so close to telling you to come up with your own damn story and calling it quits.”
“Fine, okay,” I laugh. “I’ll shut up, but don’t skip out on the details.”
He rolls his eyes again but thankfully
