Page 84 of The Stallion
“I’ll show you a fucking pushover…” I gritted out, my jaw sealed tight as I pushed myself off the rail and took agile steps to the far corner of the room, where my eyes locked onto the butcher block.
I pulled out the large Chef’s knife and immediately turned to rush back up the stairs, all sense of logic, reasoning, and sanity leaving me behind.
I wasn’t myself anymore; I was someone else—a version of Bria that didn’t take shit from anyone, no matter who they were—enemy or lover.
Without a second’s pause, I barged right back into his bedroom, the door slamming against the wall with a loud ear-splitting bang before I launched myself at them both, aiming the tip of the knife right at the fucking cunt’s throat.
I drove the knife deep into Tahlia’s chest before rippingit out and plunging it down again. Her shrill screams filled the room as Connor fell out of his side of the bed and gaped at me with a horror-stricken expression.
When Tahlia had turned silent and motionless in the sheets, I turned with a savage, sickening smirk, dragging myself off the bed and toward Connor, who had already backed himself into a corner—quite literally.
The entire front of my body was coated with blood; my face spattered like a fresh Pollock painting.
“B-Bri—Don’t—”
“Don’t what? Do something I might regret?” I sang with sarcasm dripping from my darkened soul, cocking my head to the side as I readjusted my grip on the handle. “Too bad I already did that six years ago… When I allowed myself to become yours.” I directed the tip of the knife right between his eyes. “For the last three fucking years, you made me feel as ifIwas the problem—thatIwas no longer worthy of your time and affection, and yet youstilldragged me along like things would get better… IfIjust tried fucking harder to be whatyouneeded.”
“It wasn’t supposed to end like this.” Connor choked out, holding a hand up in blatant, petty submission.
“You’re right, it wasn’t… No one plans to end their relationship on the grounds of murder.”
I should’ve felt sorry for him as he stared up at me with pleading, terrified eyes.
The Arizona Hawks will be missingtheir star quarterback this season.
And for the first time in my life.
I didn’t give a fuck.
Isatperchedatthe edge of the bed, staring down at my blood-stained hands, my weapon of choice lying on the floor beside my feet where I had dropped it, the moment that it dawned on me, that I had just murdered two people and I had no fucking clue as to how I would cover it up.
How I would keep their deaths from circling right back to me…
Connor wasn’t a nobody—and Tahlia… that was up for debate—but eventually, his teammates—family—would come looking for him, and when he was nowhere to be found, I would be the first person on their list of suspects.
I glanced around the room, taking in the substantial mess I had made. Blood splattered across the walls, all over the bed and sheets…
Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I could see exactly just how fucked up my appearance was—savage, unhinged, a killer.
My gaze dropped to the floor, and I massaged my forehead with my fingers as I thought long and hard about my next course of action.
Until it hit me—Asher’s cousin.
For what started as nothing more than an innocent joke, Asher had given me her cousin’s phone number a long while back, stating that if I ever found myself in a compromising situation where I felt the need to put Connorin his place, he would be the one to call for help.
I don’t think she ever intended for that sentiment to come true.
Pulling my phone from my back pocket, I searched through my contacts, finding her cousin’s name, and called the number.
I breathed a long sigh of relief as the phone rang; at least the number was still in service.
“Yeah?” A bored tone answered, the man’s voice muffled by whatever he was doing before answering.
“Are you—Are you eating fucking chips while answering the phone?” I crinkled my nose in disgust, his incessant chewing making me cringe with every wet smacking sound.
“Look, lady, do you know what kind of business I’m running here? You called me, I can answer however the fuck I want. How did you even get this fucking number?”
“Y-your cousin… Asher… Leigh.”
