Page 111 of Die for You
When I get my hands around that bastard’s throat, I’m squeezing until his face turns red. Then blue.
And I have no plans to stop until someone rips my hands from his body.
Jeremiah is punctual,I’ll give him that. His only decent quality. Too bad that won’t matter after tonight.
He won’t need to be on time for anything anymore.
From the dimly lit parking lot behind the library, Jeremiah approaches our meeting spot. His head’s on a swivel, hands swinging. He knows this could be a trap, but he can’t resist her. Can’t resist an opportunity to hurt her again.
Knox nudges me when I start vibrating with rage. I need to keep calm, cool. At first.
Can’t scare him off before the fun begins.
“Rora?” His voice calls out as he searches the path in front of the library.
“Thanks for meeting us.” I step out of the shadows, Knox at my side.
Gas masks conceal our faces, but Jeremiah’s frown tells me he knows exactly who we are.
“What the hell do you want? Where’s Rora?” he demands like he has any right to know where she is.
“Nowhere near you.” Even with the hard edge to his voice, Knox almost sounds friendly. Somehow, that makes him even more terrifying. “So, safe.”
Another step toward him, and Jeremiah retreats. Even if he turns to run, he won’t get far.
“What’s your problem? I’ve stayed away from her. We settled this in court.”
“You broke into her house and stole her shit. I wouldn’t exactly call that staying away from her.”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
Should’ve expected he’d play dumb. Why would he fess up now, even when we’ve already got his prints at the scene of the crime?
I crack my knuckles. “Maybe a little friendly reminder will help your memory.”
Jeremiah spins on his heel. Smart enough not to try to fight two men in gas masks in the middle of the night, at least.
Too bad he doesn’t get far.
Finn shoots out of the shadows and shoves Jeremiah back toward us before he’s got a chance to blink.
The first crunch of his nose beneath my fist is one of the most satisfying sounds I’ve ever heard. Nowhere close to the sounds Aurora makes when I’m between her legs, but satisfying in a different way. Like an itch you’ve had for months that you finally get to scratch.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for alongtime.” Another fist to the face that connects with his jaw this time.
Jeremiah shouts, clutching his nose. Blood gushes through his fingers. “I said I didn’t fucking do it! I swear!”
“Damien—” Knox warns.
My teeth clench. He can’t seriously be buying the lie.
But neither of them jumps in to help. Jeremiah is all mine.
He’s on the ground within seconds, arms up to shield himself from every unforgiving blow. A group of giggling, drunk college students stumbles down the sidewalk back to the dorms. Too close. Within earshot of Jeremiah’s shouts. Someone yells that they’re calling the cops, a hand on my shoulder tries to pull me off him, but I keep wailing on him even when the sirens split my head and flashing lights wash Jeremiah in flashes of blue and red. He’s still shouting, groaning, alive. Too alive to let him go.
I need to stop him. I need to protect her.
My knuckles are split, bleeding, and it takes Finn and Knox to drag me off him.
