Page 77 of Lady Killer

What was it Ever said?

“Oops,” I said dully as I released her throat and pulled her off my rapidly softening dick, then slid her off my lap.

She landed on the couch next to me and collapsed onto all fours, coughing.

I took the condom off, tied it, and tossed it on the ground next to her before tucking myself back into my briefs, picking my drink up and taking a sip. No point in doing up my pants when you never knew who else might stumble over here tonight.

“What—the—fuck?” Her voice was hoarse in between the coughing breaths she was still taking.

Shit. I really couldn’t kill a Cantwell.

We all had to be on extra good behavior due to Ever’s stunt with those racist bitches who’d talked down to Luz. I’d never admit it to Lucian, but I thought it was pretty funny.

Say what you will about Everest, he’s got a sense of humor.

Isabella was sitting up now, still complaining, and I started rooting around in my pockets for my lighter. My fingers curled around it, and an instant sense of relief rushed through me.

I pulled it out and started flicking it on and off.

Did she get off? Hmm, guess not.

“Are you listening to me, Nixon?” Isabella’s voice had reached an unnaturally high pitch.

She had gotten her tits back inside her dress and was trying and failing to smooth out her hair. There was a bright red ring around her throat where my hands had left their mark, and it did nothing for me.

“Nixon!” she yelled, snapping her fingers in front of my face.

Suddenly, she very much had my attention, and I turned to give her the full weight of it.

It was a mistake to think I was the nice one.

None of us were. We were all Blackwells at the end of the day.

Her confidence flickered, and her shoulders caved in under the force of my glare, but I knew someone like Isabella Cantwell wasn’t used to being told to fuck off.

“You can go now,” I said with affection.

“Are you f—‍”

I didn’t let her finish.

My lighter was in my hand, and then my hand was by those 100 percent human hair extensions. Then there were flames crawling up the extensions, and the pungent scent of burning hair filled my lungs.

That was when she started screaming and shoved me away.

I fell back onto the couch, arms sprawled behind my head as Isabella Cantwell jumped up, batting at her head, but I no longer cared.

What was it Bradbury said?

Burn all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.

Chapter twenty-three

Luz

On Monday morning, Alister had dropped a bomb on me.

I had been so immersed in trying to figure out the fancy coffee maker in their kitchen that I hadn’t even heard him approach. When his stern voice cut in over my half-conscious ramblings to myself, I was so startled I spilled half my carefully measured coffee grounds on the floor.

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