Page 41 of Let the Game Begin (Kiss Me Like You Love Me #1)

“There she is, the lovely Selene in the company of Logan and his friends.” I smiled, observing the small group in question as they talked and laughed on a bench.

It wasn’t difficult for me to trace everything back to her—to the beauty who had somehow drawn the beast’s attention. Now I just had to figure out whether she actually mattered in Neil’s life or if she was just one more slut he’d fucked.

“Logan’s always with her; what are we supposed to do?” asked my right-hand man, sitting next to me in the passenger seat. He was always asking inconvenient questions, but a cool head was the hallmark of a strong person.

Keeping my cool would allow me to plan out everything, just the way I wanted it.

“Logan won’t be a problem if we play our cards right.” I blew cigarette smoke outside the car. The half-open window gave me a better look at her. Selene Anderson, originally from Detroit.

She was talking with her friends, a book open on her lap and an innocent look on her face. It was a childlike face, the sort that suggested purity and naivete. Who knows, those were probably the exact characteristics that had drawn Neil in.

She was just a girl, after all. She didn’t know anything about life yet.

And he didn’t realize that enduring pain for too long—the kind inflicted by others—had a way of changing people.

It made them different, cruel, petty, hungry. Yes…hungry.

Revenge had become a vital need for me. The deepest, most intense need I had.

I couldn’t smother it; I couldn’t repress my true instincts.

Some people say that madness comes from vendettas suppressed for too long.

And I wanted to explode.

It was time to serve up the sweetest morsel that was ever cooked in hell…