Page 161 of Cain
“Come on, sweetheart. You’ve got to give me some credit.” He grins broadly. “You didn’t see it coming.”
My head tilts slightly, a sinister smile spreading across my face. “Clever trick. Got your loyal dogs wagging their tails. It must have felt like you mattered for once.” My expression turns solemn. “Shame it ends here. You just signed your death sentence.” I raise the axe and rest it on my shoulder. “And I always seethatcoming.”
“Always so full of yourself. You’re just a whiny little brat still crying over Daddy.”
“I should’ve ended you when you first crossed the line. I warned you what happens to those who dare lay a hand on what’s mine.” I roll my sleeves up to my elbows.
“Oh, I’ve waited so much for this moment. Will you fight me like a coward?” He tosses his gun and raises his fists. “Or like a real man?”
This will be much more fun than I thought.
I let out a chuckle and toss the axe on the floor. “You think tossing the gun makes you brave?” I click my tongue. “You never made a move unless you knew your ass was safe. You always hid behindmelike a fucking coward, every single time.”
“Then show me how tough the boy with the daddy issues really is.”
That’s it. The last straw.
I run towards him, and he does the same. We collide in the middle of the room, and I punch first, landing it on his stupid face.
Oh, poor Landon. I know your weaknesses, while you know shit about me.
He punches me hard in the ribs, but I barely feel it. I grab his jaw and shove him back, forcing him to stumble over the square glass table in the middle of the living room. I keep pushing until his back crashes through it, glass shattering around us.
He gasps, but I don’t let him rest even for a second. I grab him by the collar and drag him across the room.
He wants a real fight without any weapon? That’s what he’ll have.
We crash into the piano. He claws at me, coughing, bleeding, snarling like a cornered animal.
I slam the lid open with one hand.
With ruthless force, I seize his head and smash it down against the piano.
“End of the line.”
And then I bring it down.
Again.
And again.
And again.
His blood splashes all over me as I pull it down again, each smack harder than the previous one. I don’t stop until his fucking head rolls next to my feet on the floor.
“Say hi to your dogs in hell,” I pant, embracing the euphoria his death gives me.
His phone rings.
They say curiosity killed the cat, don’t they?
I search his pants pockets and check the phone.
Unknown number. I pick it up.
“Landon can’t come to the phone now. He’s … indisposed. But, please, do leave a message.”
“Ah, you always did have a smart mouth.”
