Page 237 of Love Me Stalk Me
"You're going to give me every piece of information I ask for. You're going to be a good girl and open every door I tell youto open. And if I decide to let you live after that, you're going to keep your pretty little mouth shut."
Fury burns through my veins like wildfire, consuming any fear that might have been there. I see him now—really see him, stripped of the illusions I built around him. I see the coldness in his eyes, the emptiness behind his perfect smile, and the complete lack of humanity beneath his polished exterior.
He grins, teeth white and perfect like everything else about him—a façade meticulously maintained to hide the monster underneath. "Because if you breathe a word of this to anyone?" His grip tightens around my throat, just enough to make breathing difficult, to remind me of my vulnerability. "I will kill your family."
I don't think.
I don't hesitate.
I don't weigh the consequences or calculate the risks or imagine the retaliation.
I spit in his fucking face.
The glob of saliva lands on his perfectly sculpted cheekbone and slides slowly down toward his lips—a small, petty victory that feels monumental in this moment.
"I'll never help you, you piece of shit," I hiss, each word dripping with the venom I've been swallowing for years.
His entire body goes still.
He’s quiet and I wonder if he wasn't expecting resistance, that in all his careful planning he never accounted for me finding my voice, my anger, my self-worth.
He growls, a sound more animal than human, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand as if my touch has contaminated him. His fingers tighten around the gun until his knuckles go white.
"Oh, I think you will."
The gun presses against my temple, hard enough to leave an impression.
But even with death against my skin, something inside me has finally broken free—and I'm not going back to being the woman who thought she deserved nothing better than Evan.
AMANDA HAS A BODY COUNT. PROBABLY.
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I take a hard turn,tires screeching as I cut through the last intersection before the warehouse. My knuckles are white on the wheel, my heart hammering against my ribs, my mind laser-focused on one thing—getting to Izzy.
Amanda grips the handle of the door, looking entirely too composed for what’s about to go down.
“How do you know where she is?” she asks, tone laced with suspicion.
I don’t hesitate. I don’t even try to lie.
“I hacked her phone a while ago,” I say, voice flat. “I’ve known where she is at all times since I met her.”
Amanda hums. “Huh.”
That’s it.
Justhuh.
I glance at her. “That’s all you have to say?”
She shrugs, casual as hell. “I mean, yeah, it’s a little insane and wildly possessive, but let’s be real—I’ve been wondering if you were some kind of stalker since day one. You’re just proving me right. I love being right.”
I roll my eyes.
Under her breath, she mutters, “It’s also kinda hot.”
I ignore that.
