To The End (Hannaford Prep, #4)

by J. Bree

“Look, if the Devil shows up at my door, you’d best fucking believe I’m going to tell that motherfucker whatever the fuck he wants to know. Besides, he’s your brother right? He was helping you out by killing people for you? I thought you’d forgive me for telling him your name. You’re welcome, Starbright.” I don’t even think about it, my knife is just suddenly in my hand and I flick it open and press it to his femoral artery because it’s the closest and the one all guys freak about. “Don’t. You. Ever. Fucking. Call. Me. That.” Jackson swallows, his eyes wide as he slowly nods his head. I press just a little harder for a second and then calmly say, “You’re lucky you’re family and that the Devil is my blood, otherwise I’d kill you. To be clear, you ever rat me or any other member of our family out again and you’ll beg for me to kill you once I’m through with you.” He nods again, a little jerk of his head, and says, “You know, I really do see the family resemblance.”