Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“I know she’s clearly just as delusional as you are.”
“No,” he scoffs. “Delusion is thinking that someone like Caesar Di Rozé is ever going to love you. You’re nothing to him. Just some little toy.”
“You sound like your mother. Did you guys share notes? Should I just expect the rest of this to be a copy-paste of everything she already said, or do you have some original content?”
Jordan laughs. “Fuck, I’m really going to enjoy ending your life. I think I’ll take my time. Maybe video it for all your eager fans. I bet Zephyr and Caesar will really enjoy watching that one. Your own little snuff film. You know what kind of cash I’d get for that? I’ve already got offers from the thousands of assholes online who’ve been waiting for you to be taught a lesson.”
My brows furrow. Taught a lesson? Why is that ringing a bell?
“Still haven’t figured it out, have ya?”
The Vag Destroyer. I should have fucking known. It all makes sense now. I could never work out why this mysterious asshole online held so much hatred for me, why he was so cruel in his messages, wanting to teach me a lesson when he knew nothing about me, but all the pieces are finally coming together. It’s been Jordan all along.
“Caesar’s going to find you, and when he does, you better run. He will destroy you until there’s nothing left.”
Jordan gets back to his feet and lets out a breath. “Maybe,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “But by then, it’ll be far too late.”
He steps into me again, his gaze sweeping up and down my body in disgust. “Once Mom and I worked out that you were the same bitch fucking with both of our lives, it was all so easy. We found out everything we needed to know about you in seconds. Your real name. Your address. Your fucking shoe size,” he tells me. “But now, none of it matters anymore, because you don’t matter. Once I’m through with you, nobody is even going to miss you. They won’t even remember you.”
I spit in his face. “You’re wrong. And it won’t even take long for you to realize it. The second people find out what you’ve done, you’re going to lose it all. You think they’re going to worship you? Tell you that you did good with a pat on the back? You’re kidding yourself. You think Zeph hates you now? Just you wait. He will despise you.”
His fist slams into my stomach again, and if I could, I’d double over and die right here on the cold concrete. “Zeph will be fine. Once I get rid of you, and any other bitch he wants to fuck around with, he’ll eventually see I’m all he needs.”
“That’s your grand plan. Huh? Kill anybody who dares to step in the way?”
“Seems to be working just fine so far.”
I scoff. “You’re missing one key component.”
Jordan smirks at me as though I’m an idiot for suggesting that he hasn’t completely thought this through. “And what’s that?”
“A fucking pussy. Zeph is as straight as they come. The little pin dick you’ve got inside those jeans isn’t going to do shit for him. He eats pussy like it’s his favorite meal, so unless you’ve got one of those hiding inside your pants as well, you’re shit outta luck.”
Jordan backhands me, and it’s almost comical the way the blood flies from my mouth and splatters across the wall. “You don’t know a damn thing about what he needs. You’ve known him for three fucking seconds. I’ve been by his side for thirteen goddamn years. It’s just me and him, always has been. There’s not a fucking day when he’s out of my sight. Classes. Dates. Even when he took you two bitches camping.”
He pulls away, shaking his head as if struggling to comprehend something. “I still can’t fucking believe it,” he says, pacing the cellar like a maniac again. “He took you to our spot. Fucked that bitch right on the shore at our lake.”
“Wait. What? How do you—Did you follow us?”
“I AM EVERYWHERE THAT HE IS,” Jordan roars. “I told you, Natalie. I don’t allow Zeph out of my sight. I was there the whole time. I watched you from the woods, helping him put his tent up, teasing him with a threesome, and talking at the water.” Jordan looks back at me, disgust sweeping across his features. “He should have let you drown in that damn lake. Would have made all of this a shitload easier. I wouldn’t have had to race home and trash your apartment. I wouldn’t have had to smash your head in with a baseball bat. I wouldn’t have had to do any of this. He would have just come crawling straight back to me, but here we are.”