Page 29 of The Deception You Weave

I follow Ellis out of the house and my heart sinks when I find the space where my beloved Skyline should be parked.

I've had her since I was fifteen. I started running jobs for Victor after our parents died when I was fourteen, just a couple of months after Letty decided that my best friend was the boy for her, and I saved every penny I earned to buy that car.

I guess it makes sense that Letty was the one to ruin that for me as well.

The reasons to hate her just keep stacking up.

My fingers clench as I imagine wrapping them around her throat again like I did on Monday. It physically hurt me to do it then, but today, I'm stronger, and tomorrow even more so.

The next time she finds herself alone with me, things aren't going to be so easy for her.

My blood heats just thinking about the things I want to do to her. The ways I want to make her pay, hurt her, punish her.

She might want to talk, explain, try to weasel her way out of it, but that is not what's going to be happening.

I don't get to class early today, I don't hide in the shadows. Instead, I walk in late, making sure that every motherfucker knows that I'm there.

She tried to ignore me when I finally walked into statistics first thing, but I felt her stare no matter how hard she tried to hide it as I walked past her to find a seat.

But it’s nothing compared to our afternoon class when both Luca and Leon turn their hate stares on me the second I enter.

They follow my every move as I find a seat that gives me the perfect view of the three of them, or more importantly, Luca’s hand on Letty’s thigh.

My chest tightens at the sight.

Luca's entire body is rigid, his other hand on the desk clenching as if he's preparing to fight for his girl.

Pfft. His girl.

He has no fucking clue. But he will.

He might be able to cast aside the marks I'm sure he's discovered on her body by now this time. But next time, I'll make goddamn sure that he knows she's mine. Him and every other motherfucker in this place.

Because Scarlett Jada Hunter belongs to me.

7

Letty

Iwant to say that classes without Kane's eyes burning into the back of my head make everything easier.

But they don't.

Instead of worrying about what he might do or say next, all I do is worry that something is wrong. That the doctors missed a concussion or something and he's back in the hospital.

My cell burns a hole in my pocket the entire time. It would be so easy to message him asking if he's okay, if he needs anything. But I already know he doesn't want that. He's not going to make it that easy.

If I'm going to get the chance to talk to him, I need to be more clever than that.

"He'll be okay," Ella says as we walk through campus to our morning classes.

"W-what?" I ask

"Let, you don't need to pretend with me. I'm not the twins. I'm not going to go and try to break his nose if you so much as mention his name."

"I'd kinda like to see you try," I mutter, thinking of her tiny fists swinging around.

"Not the point. If you want to talk about him, about what happened, you're allowed. Judgment-free zone, remember."