Page 172 of Ignite

God, I hate picturing her with him. With anyone.

I scratch my jaw, picking up the scalpel. Arthur’s gonna get Ben’s body as a present—with a little message attached.

I start carving.

“Oh, the ‘s’ is kinda tricky.”

Finn chuckles beside me.

“Takes some practice, Con.”

When I finish, I step back.

The Bowens Suck Ass.

Block capitals.

“Missing something.”

I grab Ben’s arm.

“Anything vital I should avoid?”

“Front of the arm. Less chance he bleeds out too fast.”

I nod and get to work adding the signature.

Love, Conan.

“I went for elegance. Wanted it to feel personal.”

Finn tilts his head.

“I think it’ll look beautiful in a gallery. Especially if the rest is...decorative.”

God, I love his twisted brain.

“Any suggestions?”

His eyes light up.

“Look! Wait!” Ben panics.

“Hallie wasn’t part of the plan. I fell for her. I loved her.”

I laugh. Love? Please. I watched him fuck someone else on her couch.

“I just got scared. I fucked it up. At first I wanted her in the games to scare her back to me. I was never going to let her actually go. But then, you just couldn’t leave her alone. It’s such a twist of fate. You were so hard to find, Conan. But once Hallie got to you, you made it easy.”

He spills.

“Arthur knew about Enzo’s underground world. We opened up a club to secure an invite. Then Hallie brought you to me. I knew the second you walked through that door together, I’d lost her. And she had to pay.”

My fists clench. Finn grips my bicep.

“So let me get this straight. You came to spy. Got jealous. Entered Hallie in The Chase to scare her. Fed Arthur intel. All because your dick couldn’t handle rejection?”

I lean in close.

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