Page 46 of Toxic B!tch
Her lips curve into something smug. "I was told you would be giving me an apology. I’m waiting."
God, she’s insufferable.
I school my expression into something sweet, something placating. "Oh, of course. Let me get you a drink to apologize properly."
The dumb bitch actually smirks. As if she’s won something.
I whip up a classic Toxic Bitch cocktail—sweet, tart, with just the right amount of kick. She takes it without hesitation, drinking as I lay the apology on thick, my voice soft, just a touch remorseful.
The conversation drags on, her attitude shifting between smug satisfaction and thinly veiled contempt as I play my part, nodding along, feeding her exactly what she wants to hear. An hour ticks by, the bar buzzing around us, the tension stretching just enough.
By the time I hand over the receipt showing the charge reversal, she’s on her second drink, this one disappearing even faster than the first. The reaction comes not long after—her balance wavering as she pushes off the barstool, blinking rapidly.
"I... I have to go," she mumbles, voice unsteady.
Perfect timing. My shift ends at eleven, and she showed up right on schedule. Like a mouse walking straight into my trap. I grab my bag I brought to work tonight, the weight of it comforting in my hand.
She pushes through the door, moving in slow, uneven steps. I hang back just enough to let her believe she still has control.
She reaches her car, fumbling with her keys, her body sluggish, her limbs betraying her. She manages to get the door open, and as she tries to climb inside, I make my move.
I shove her over, climbing in right behind her and tossing my bag onto the floorboard of the passenger side.
I Uberedto work today instead of riding my bike—smart move, considering anyone looking for me or Elle wouldn’t spot it parked outside.
She lets out a weak sound of protest, but it’s useless. She’s already too far gone, and I’m stronger. It takes no effort at all to push and shove her limp form into the passenger seat, snapping the seatbelt across her just to be safe.
I fire up the engine, gripping the wheel as I pull out of the lot.
I know just where to take her.
Where to end her miserable fucking life.
Marie’s.
The woods Malik took me hunting in.
She starts to come around as I drive, her head rolling against the seat, a weak groan slipping from her lips.
"Where..." she mumbles, voice thick, slurred. "Where are we going?"
I keep my eyes on the road, a smirk playing at the edges of my lips. "Taking you somewhere safe, sweetheart."
She blinks slowly, trying to focus on me. “You—” She swallows thickly. “You drugged me.”
I let out a soft laugh, drumming my fingers against the steering wheel. "Now, why would I do that?"
Her breathing hitches. Panic starts to seep in, the fog of whatever I slipped in her drink beginning to clear just enough for her to understand.
But it’s too late for her now.
The roads get darker, emptier, as I drive further away from town. Away from prying eyes. The night air is cool, crisp, seeping in through the cracked window.
I cut across the field to avoid the headlights shining into Marie’s house. Don’t need to tip her off that I’m out here, that I’ve got business to take care of.
The ride is bumpy, uneven, tires kicking up dirt as I weave through the dark. The woods get thicker, swallowing the car in shadows. No street lights out here. No witnesses.
I cut the engine and step out, inhaling the crisp night air. It’s quiet out here, nothing but the hum of insects and the rustling of the wind through the trees.
