Page 208 of Boy of Ruin
But I’m done with that.
Now I want to kill for her. So many people.
Maddox and Elizabeth were first.
But the next person on my list? He’s right fucking here.
Still, a bullet is too good for him. With a snarl, I pull the gun out of his mouth and toss it across the room behind me where it clatters on the floor.
I hear Sid whimper, see her coming closer.
Changing my grip to Lucifer’s throat, I haul him up, glaring up at him as his eyes narrow, he takes great gulps of air now that the gun isn’t down his throat, and his hands come to my neck, too.
“You left me in that cage, Malikov.” I try to keep the venom in my voice. “You fucking left me.”
I see that pity flicker in his eyes. Pain?
I hate that.
My chest is heaving as I walk us both backward, slam his head against the fucking wall while he glares up at me, his hands still around my throat.
I lift my fist, ready to break his fucking nose, but he doesn’t take his eyes off of mine.
Or his hands.
Something in me…shifts as I stare at him.
As I think about him down in that basement, when I begged him. When I pled with him.
For some reason, I think about his stepmom. After I got out. When I was supposed to be one of them, I saw her.
Pammie.
She was always touching him. Her hands in his hair, calling him pet names, and he always looked…pissed.
But he kind of always looked like that. I didn’t think anything of it, when the Unsaints started letting me around them, after the Forgues were nothing but blood and bones, burned in a fire I hadn’t actually kept going.
I told the police that, but Lazar Malikov stepped in at that point.
They let the fire rage.
It swallowed that mansion whole.
I don’t even think they got the remains.
But Lucifer’s words, about what I did to them, before he pissed on me…maybe they did know.
As I think about it, about what I went through, I think about Sid Rain.
My sister.
My fucking soulmate.
He would’ve fed her to his father. He would’ve offered her up as a sacrifice.
My grip loosens on his throat, and his on mine, his eyes still connected to my own.
“You left me,” I say again, my voice broken. “You fucking left me.” I shake my head, watch as his eyes widen, like he’s surprised I’m bringing it up. “Brothers don’t do that.”
