Page 61 of Vile Pucker

“You’re really going to blow up our lives because you want some—teacher’slove?”

“Yeah, because I’m a psychopath, right? I don’t give a fuck about either of you.”

He pushed off the table and began to walk toward Hemsworth.

“Son—” Lucian began, but Gabriel ignored him.

Hemsworth thrust out, fast and deadly, aiming a blow at Gabriel’s midsection, to slice through his guts just like he’d sliced through all his other victims, watching with bright eyes as their life spilled out.

But Gabriel kicked out at the table, knocking Hemsworth off balance, then gripping his wrist.

I thought it would take longer.

I thought Gabriel wouldsaysomething to him, maybe give him one chance to stop.

But he didn’t.

My husband dodged the blow and wrenched the scalpel from his uncle’s hand.

Then stabbed him in the gut, slicing through his organs in one violent movement.

The silence was so complete my ears were ringing, then the only sound was the ragged gasping of Hemsworth’s death rattle as he fell to the ground.

Gabriel watched him go as I clutched the shiny table in shock.

“You were wrong, dumbass,” he said critically. “I watched your life flow away and that wasn’t a rush at all. In fact, it was boring as fuck.”

He stepped over his uncle’s body and walked over to his father.

“You gave the order to kill Lark, didn’t you?” Gabriel asked almost conversationally.

Lucian blinked, backing away from his son. “No. No. Of course not.”

“You’re a shitty liar. I don’t think Branby would take orders from anyone else.”

He gripped Lucian around the throat and slammed him against the stone walls.

“She’ll make you weak,” Lucian gasped out desperately. “I did it to help you.”

Gabriel didn’t make a sound, just squeezed until there was a loud crack.

And then there was just the two of us.

My veins froze like ice as he turned to me, his face expressionless, blood flecked all over the hauntingly, demonically beautiful planes of his dark angel’s face.

I should have run. But I couldn’t.

Lucian and Hemsworth were dead.

The killings were going to stop.

“There. I did what you wanted, brat. Now you have to love me. And you have to mean it.”

A hysterical giggle burst out of me.

“What are you going to do withthem?”

“You figure it out. This was your hobby. I’m bored of it now.”