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Love is not supposed to be beautiful. It’s supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they’re worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted. —Lana Myers
Fuck the list. It’s time for the endgame.
“Lana Myers is not Kennedy Carlyle.” He looks genuinely confused, and I hand him the same folder. “Lana Myers is Victoria Evans.”
“He doesn’t love me like I love him,” I say hoarsely. “I love him enough to burn the world to the ground in his name.”
He wanted happiness for Jake. He wanted wrath from me. He thought Jake too kind for such a task. He knew the anger would burn harshly in my broken heart. He knew I was a monster before I did.
“You are not sick. Marcus was right—you’re the strongest fucking person I know. You’re not sick, Lana. You’re a fucking dark angel that can set the world free from this sick town.”
All that matters is that I finish my mission. Avenge my family. And burn this town to the ground. I don’t need to feel love in order to be a monster. I just need to remember.
“You were everything to her,” Hadley says quietly. “I’ve never been loved like that. She saved your life, Logan. This town tried to kill you, and she saved you. Personally, I think it’s over-the-top to stab a guy for the man you love, but still perfectly effective.”
Jake curses, Hadley squeals while covering her bare breasts with her hands, and my mouth opens and closes a few times in complete shock.
“I heard noises that didn’t sound like pleasure—which really should say something about your skills—so I barged in to save your life. From a lesbian who had your dick captive in her vagina. What the hell, Jake?” His lips twitch. “You said to play nice.” “I didn’t say those words. And how does ‘play nice’ translate to fuck her raw?” He shrugs. “She’s cool. Hacker like me, only not as good as me because she got caught.” “I was a kid!” I hear Hadley yell,
“I’m sure you never thought you’d find yourself compromised on a case either,” I point out. He snorts derisively as I start the car. “I bet you never thought you’d find yourself in love with a serial killer.”
“My name now doesn’t really matter. But once upon a time, people called me Victoria Evans.”
“In case you haven’t heard…I don’t die too easily.”
“I’m still the twisted monster of the night, while you’re the honest hero in the light.”
I’ve never once thought of killing someone as a desire. I’ve never blurred that line. That’s not the case at the moment. I hope she fucking kills every last person with a badge who didn’t come to save her when she was left to bleed out.
One person cannot change the world. But one person can strike terror into multitudes. —Robert Evans
Any demon is capable of cruelty, but only an angel is majestic enough to rain down vengeance for the innocent. —Marcus Evans
The wicked can fake nobility, just as the damned can fake innocence. But only the truth will rise from the ashes when we all start to burn. —Victoria Evans
A wise man knows when the war is lost, and will understand retreat is the only way to save lives. A foolish man will condemn all his followers to death because of his pride. —Robert Evans
If hatred didn’t exist, love wouldn’t either, for one is formed by the other. I love and hate this town. —Marcus Evans
I believe the souls of the wrongfully persecuted often haunt our world, bringing the same grief they feel from beyond the grave. —Jasmine Evans
Never mock or harm the passionate, for they are the fiercest with their wrath. —Victoria Evans
Staring at the white, plain shower curtain, I pull out my knife. A dark smile curves my lips before I start playing the music from my phone, and I stab him through the curtain. A cry of pain and surprise echoes off the bathroom walls. But I stab again. And again. And again. Until he’s just gurgling sounds. Then I jerk back the curtain, smirking. “Life goals,” I say to myself,
“What?” I ask, arching an eyebrow. “Times like these remind me why I can’t give up women. Something about a girl with a gun, and right now, you’re every nerd’s comic-book-sexy fantasy girl.” I roll my eyes. “Seriously! The tight pants, all the guns, the sleeveless shirt—” “All meant for functionality,” I state dryly. “Still doesn’t shatter the illusion.”
“He knows how to burn shit. Now I’m really turned on,” Hadley whispers to herself as I move back behind her.
“I decided if I could choose anywhere in the world to be, it’d be wherever you were,” he says before he kisses me,
Personally, I don’t get it. I’d fucking kill someone if they touched Lana, and there’s no doubt she’d cut someone to pieces if they touched me. Literally.
But Jake and Hadley are both bisexual, and though they’d never cheat on each other, they do include select individuals in their bedroom on occasion. Twice a month to be more precise. Trust me, I know more about Hadley’s sex life than I ever wanted to.
“Our story is definitely unique,” she says, sliding her arms around my one and hugging it. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say, balking mockingly. She laughs while rolling her eyes. “Yeah. We’re just a typical romance,” she deadpans, but her lips lift in a small smile. “Horror romance. That’s a genre, right?” I ask, smiling when she laughs.
