Her head snapped up. But he only scoffed, looking down at the girl he’d once loved as if she were his own daughter. A mistake he was going to rectify now.
“What are you saying?” her voice was rough, but it lacked its usual bite. He threw his head back then, barking out a gruff laugh before snapping his head back down to stare at her. He saw as she curved further into herself at the malice in his eyes.
“I heard from my brother.” He said, making sure to keep his tone quiet, but no less deadly. They called for her every flinch, “that it was you who was responsible for Lia’s death.”
“What?” she breathed, and a flicker of fear died in her eyes, lighting a spark of fire in its wake. Hedespisedthat flame, “I didn’t push her down the stairs. She committed suicide.”
Her words tumbled out in a rush, and they seemed to stroke his annoyance at her obliviousness.
“She wasmurdered.” He growled, and she flinched back, shaking her head, new tears running down her cheeks as she whispered.
“No.”
“Yes,” he purred and twirled the gun in his hand, “She was hunted by the enemies you made.”
“Enemies?” she whispered, so timid. So quiet.
“My brother told me everything. About your foolish plans, about your nightly escapades to the local arena. And how you managed to make enemies out of people that were never meant to be messed with.”
His voice shook desperately when she said her next words,
“I never–”
Whack.
Her head snapped to one end dangerously, a loud snap filling the air, as she gasped. As she started sobbing through her teeth again and he shook out his burning palm. His eyes twitched in annoyance,
“Don’t lie Raylene.” He snarled, and she cried harder, shrinking away from him, “The night you were gone, they came in search of you. Guess who they found instead?”
Her cries were so loud now that he could slowly feel the red seeping from the corner of his eyes.
“What enemies?” she managed between her sobs, her entire body convulsing. She didn’t look up, not once as she asked again, “Please Cole,” she rasped, “Who was it?”
He scoffed.
“The Santos. Or that Alessandro, the one who leads the motherfucking Lions. It was one of the two.” He said, his gun shifting in his hands as he looked up at the ceiling. Grinned like a bloody maniac before snapping his neck down at the quiet girl in front of him. Her sobs were so subdued that he couldn’t even hear her anymore. His head cocked to one end maliciously,
“Scared,Walker?” he taunted and laughed when she didn’t say a word, didn’t even shake, “You know you don’t mess with the Lions.”
He dropped his voice to a deadly whisper,
“Because just when you begin to trust them,” his smirk edged as she remained still and quiet, “They rip out your fucking throat.”
It was quiet for an entire minute.
An entire minute of waiting so his words sunk in deep. Hit right where they wanted to. But she remained so still. So quiet.
Was she fucking dead?
And just when he was about to ask her another question, he heard it. It made him blink in surprise. Question his very sanity. Because right before him, lying battered and ruined on the ground, Raylene fucking Walker started laughing.
Cole flinched back so fast, he almost fell to the ground. He scrambled back in surprise. Not as Raylene shook on the ground, her head touching her knees as her shoulders shook, her lips parted in maniacal laughter.
“The fuck?” he snapped and rushed back ahead, shoving his gun back into her forehead and jerking her into a sitting position roughly. She was still laughing when he slammed her against the walls and dug the gun into her scalp,
“Shut the fuck up.” He snarled, but she just laughed harder. On her knees, with her entire body bleeding and injured, and just laughed like a deliriousbitch. Chills awakened on his hands. He let out a harsh breath and was about to shoot her brains out just when those unamused honey eyes snapped right to his.
“That was cute–”
