Page 85 of Pretty Lies

THIRTY-NINE

‘PRIDE’ OXYBUZ

Luce

Losing my sister was one of the worst events in my life. It left me at the lowest I’d ever been, even growing up with the father I had still couldn’t compare to the void I felt when my sister left me. But hearing Alan spill my dirty laundry to Lexi like that, something I know Gio hasn’t even done, I felt as though I’d lose everything. Like that void inside me that was slowly filling up with Lexi and Gio, was ripped open at the seams, spilling every good thing I’ve gained these last few months.

But then Lexi spoke up for me. Each word, each syllable that poured from her lips with such deep conviction was like a threaded needle, sewing up that hole and keeping all the good inside.

Call me fucked, twisted, and completely mental, but when I watched her cut slices into the bastard who murdered my sister and dozens of other innocent people, I felt like the king of the fucking world. Witnessing my brutal queen come to life in such a bloody way was not only a sensual thing, it was liberating in a way I have never experienced before.

“Who’s ready for that vacation?”

But it’s not something I want her to ever have to do again. Getting out of this lifestyle has never been something I considered doing, but after the last months we’ve had, I think it’s about time. I know that what happened with all this shit literally had nothing to do with the criminal world we thrive in, but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t happen. Gio and I are the top Hooligan boys, right and left to the Devil of New York; the targets on our backs never bothered us before, but all I can see now is the neon sign on Lexi’s back, and after today, I know I’d never survive her death.

“Yeah, sweetness, let’s go on that vacation.”

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