Page 32 of Vows From Hell

It took me too long to remember his face.

He looked the same, just aged a decade. The sly look was still on his face and his arrogance as obvious as ever. A loud laugh came from me as I took a step forward, thinking about the days we spent together.

“Ah, so it is you.’’ I grinned. “How have you been?”

Morrison ignored me. “Where’s the girl?”

“What girl?”

“Your accomplice. Where is she?”

“Accomplice?” I repeated, confused. “She’s far from being my accomplice, Kyle. She hasn’t done anything wrong, not yet.’’

Carefully, Morrison stepped forward. He was gripping the gun in his hand as if he was afraid I’d jump on him at any given moment. Well, technically, he was right to think so; however, I wasn’t as stupid as he’d hoped. I was just waiting for an opportunity.

“Yet?” he gritted out. “That means you plan on having her do something illegal.’’

Kyle Morrison was the older brother of one of the men who had raped my little sister. At the time, he was away, so I couldn’t get to him and kill him, and he was smart to stay off my radar until now.

The only reason he slipped by was because during the initial investigation and the time after my imprisonment, I hadn’t seen him or heard anything about him. To think that he’d gotten this successful was shocking.

His brother suffered, though, and in my eyes, it wasn’t sufficient.

If I could bring him back from the dead, and torture him all over again, I would do it in a heartbeat.

“You’re overthinking it,’’ I sighed. “But let’s stop with the useless conversations, shall we? It’s me who you want, not Storm.’’

He chuckled without moving a muscle. His eyes bore into my face, and he was prepared to shoot, but he was waiting for a reason. Once I remained in my spot, barely moving or speaking to him, he stepped forward with his head held high.

“That’s right,’’ he confirmed. “But why should I stop at that? You killed my brother. I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to take someone you hold dear away from you.’’

I clenched my fist to my side while being fully prepared to shoot him where he stood. But I couldn’t. There was something my Bambi had to do in my stead, so I managed to compose myself.

“Your brother was a fucking bastard.’’

Kyle gritted his teeth. “I’m aware. He would’ve gone to prison.’’

A humorless laugh came from me. “In that godforsaken city where your family’s word is the law? I doubt it. He had it coming.’’

He didn’t have a response.

Of fucking course.

The thought of this pathetic excuse of a man trying to seek justice for another piece of shit made my blood boil. It took every ounce of self-restraint not to go off the rails and show him just why the fuck they called me The Terror of the Night.

I would’ve done it in a heartbeat if Storm wasn't here.

But she was.

And she was mentally preparing herself.

I needed to push Kyle a little more.

He needed to make the first move and do it quickly. Storm had no patience, and by now, she was already recollecting herself and would make an appearance soon.

So, I approached him even more, closing the distance between us.

“What’s it going to be? Are you going to avenge that pathetic boy’s death by staring at me? Or do you not have the balls to pull the trigger?”