Kill Switch (Devil's Night, #3)

by Penelope Douglas

“So do it then,” he urged, finally shoving his palms into my chest and pushing me back. “Kill me before I can fuck her, because I won’t stop.” He pushed me again, and I stumbled back, my fingers tightening into fists. No. Stop, just stop. “Because I have a passion for self-destruction, and you always knew it, and you always knew we would end badly.” His voice cracked. “This won’t end any other way.” Was he right? Did I think our friendship would survive our future? Be with me. Just be with me. Not against me. But he shoved at me again. “I’ll take her from you.” “Don’t,” I choked out. The walls were closing in. I couldn’t breathe. But he pushed me again, and I winced, my chest now aching. “And she’ll take me away from you, and then you’ll be all alone. Like you always should’ve been.” My stomach churned, and I seethed, and then he hit me, fire spreading across my cheek and sending my head jerking to one side. “You’re gonna deal with me!” he yelled and then hit me again, sending me stumbling. “Kill me. Fucking finish the job and kill me, because I’m fucked, and I hate you, and if you don’t take me out, I’ll take you out, because it’s fucking over!” He shoved me again and again, and I was losing it. I shot out my hands to stop him, “Don’t. Stop.” A tear streamed down his face, but he wiped it away, growling. “Do it,” he bit out. “Snap my neck, rip out my throat, or strangle me, you sick fuck! Just do it!” He punched me across the jaw, pain shot through my head, and I clenched...