Page 229 of Poison Aches

“So you do know that crossing me is a sin deserving of death, huh?” he murmurs softly. “And here I was thinking you’ve been nothing but a pathetic, naïve pain in the ass all these years.”

All these years…

My breath comes out like a stutter.

“Emmett…”

“Let me tell you a few things,” he says, ignoring me completely. “The videos that bastard took of you were distributed.”

I feel my blood freeze in my veins.

I stop breathing.

“Did you know that your little friend over there was working with your sister, Melissa?”

“W-what?” I stutter.

“I know you don’t use your head as much as you should, but you knew that this boy approached you right after that girl contacted you. Do you think that was a coincidence?”

As he says that, the chaos in me starts rumbling, shifting, flashing back with all the memories of the past few months.

Jackson mostly asked about me.

He asked about my family.

He asked about my future plans.

And me… being so lonely and desperate for companionship, I told him everything.

“Haven’t we taught you all these years about coincidences?” He holds my gaze, his words harsh, unrelenting, and cold.

“T-there’s no such thing as coincidence…” I mutter, my mind buzzing. I recall Melissa’s smile. The way she was calm. “She has the videos then?”

Emmett doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to.

Bad luck happens in threes.

Jackson tried to rape me, he took videos of me that are now in the possession of my so-called twin sister, and who knows if there’s someone else.

Emmett not only knows all my crimes, I’m sure he has perfectly documented each one and will gladly use them to lock me away for the rest of my life—but he won’t.

That was before.

Now, he somehow found out about a plan my brother and I had years ago and now, he has my brother… and me.

Tears stream down my cheeks as I face him.

“What else?”

At this, Emmett smirks. The bastard actually smirks with amusement.

“Your quick wit always makes my dick swell.”

“Emmett, please.”

“I’m surprised it took you this long to piece things together,” he taunts. “From the moment they pinged you, they set everything in motion, but, Angel, do you even know how they found you?”

That question had been at the back of my mind.

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