Page 20 of Buried in Blood
“What do you mean?”
“It means—”
“No, you fucking idiot. What did you mean? You already destroyed me?”
He takes a few steps closer, coming within arms reachof me.
“I mean, I destroyed you… Years ago.”
He smiles, staring into my eyes without hesitation.
“What did you do?” I ask through gritted teeth.
He chuckles. Fucking bastard.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?” I scream.
“Destiny made me so much money,” he says, and I swing my fist, crashing it into the side of his face. His blood splatters on my floor as he stumbles backwards.
“Is that all you got? I sold your fucking sister, and that’s all you got?”
I storm at him, ready to fucking kill him with my bare hands, but I stop when I see the steel pointed directly at me. His gun looks at me, taunting me.
I pause, balling my fists at my sides.
“Just what I thought,” he says.
“So… Truce?” He asks. I spit on him. Fuck him.
“Get the fuck out of my house.”
“Well, if you change your mind… You know where to find me,” he says, winking on the last word.
He turns to leave, and I let him. I fucking let him go. Because I can’t kill him if I’m dead first.
I have to call Lucien. He needs to talk me off this fucking ledge.
* * *
“Hey,” Lucien greets.
I’m silent. I don’t have the words I need to say right now. How the fuck did he take my sister? He was a kid. Early twenties. He wasn’t even corrupt yet, or so I thought.
“What’s going on?” Lucien asks again.
I sigh.
“He fucking took Destiny. He sold her.”
The words feel surreal coming out of my mouth. I still can’t fucking believe it.
Lucien is silent. Why isn’t he freaking out like I was?
“Lucien,” I warn.
“I’m sorry, D. I knew it would fucking destroy you.”
His words have my world tilted on its axis. He fucking knew and didn’t tell me? Fucking prick.
