Twisted Hate (Twisted, #3)

by Ana Huang

“In case it’s not clear, I fucking love you, Jules Ambrose, even when you drive me crazy. Especially when you drive me crazy.” “That’s because you’re a masochist.” I couldn’t contain my smile. “It’s okay. I love you anyway.”

Alex came up behind Ava and notched an eyebrow when he saw the Crumble & Bake box. Really? That’s your plan? He didn’t have to say the words for me to hear them, loud and clear. I glared at him. Shut up. He replied with a smirk. Asshole.

“Alex, bring me a knife.” I paled. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I held up one hand and drew Jules closer to me with the other. “I’m your only brother. You love me. Remember when I gave you the last of my Milk Duds at the movie theater? Good times.” Ava ignored me until Alex returned with the requested knife. I scowled at him. So this was how I was going to die. Betrayed by my best friend again and stabbed to death by my sister. Julius Caesar had nothing on me in terms of a shitty death.

“Should we say something else?” Jules whispered. “She still has a knife in her hand,” I whispered back. “Let’s wait.”

Ah, fuck. If I teared up over something Alex said, he’d never let me live it down.

My voice came out scratchy before I cleared my throat. That fucker would not make me cry. Not today, Satan.

There were worse things than being cheesy. Besides, cheese was a top tier food group.