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I’m going to kill him. No, I’m going to kill them both!

I’m sure I can hide a body or two out here.

That is the last thought I have before I rush toward the cabin.

CHAPTEREIGHT

Daniel

I watch them through the small window. His fucking eyes are all over her.

A sharp nudge to my ribs distracts me.

Michael.

The fucker elbowed me!

I glare at him from the corner of my eye. Now is not the time to test me.

He holds his hands up as if surrendering before pointing back at the bushes we had been using for cover.

When I ignore him, Michael jabs his finger at the window, his own eyes, and then back toward the bushes.

They’ll see us.

He’s right.

I know he’s right, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to get closer. I have never wanted to kill someone more.

It’ll come.I reassure myself.

That thought running through my head, over and over, gives me the strength to retreat. I just need to wait a little longer.

The little cockroach might be looking, but he won’t get anywhere. Not while I’m standing out here.

I settle on my haunches beside my brother. No longer standing, I’m forced to look up at them. My view is not only narrowed by the edges of my mask but it’s also restricted by the window ledge.

He’s moving closer, too close. She’s not paying attention.

And then he’s on her, hands caging her face, his mouth on hers.

Shoving my brother’s hand off my shoulder, I stand with every intention of tearing that boy’s hands off my girl, and then ripping them from his broken body.

I don’t even make it to the house before his pain-filled wail sounds. He’s stunned and practically crying.

Charlotte is barely a hundred and twenty pounds. What damage could she have possibly done? Fucking pussy.

I have already closed the distance to the house by half, too far to turn back and hide. But she doesn’t see me when she rushes out of the house. Too mad, Charlotte storms past me, past Michael’s hiding place, and keeps going until she stands at the tree line.

My brother takes Charlotte’s obliviousness to her surroundings as a chance to slip into the house. I wait for the impending scuffle, but I guess the chickenshit ran back to his room with his tail between his legs.

I, too, slip into the kitchen. Michael has already gone farther into the house, no doubt eager as to who he will find first.

But me? I have my eye on one particular target tonight. First, I’ll capture her. Anything after that? Well, that’s just icing on the cake.

So I wait, my large body braced against the counter. The very one I watch the little shit back my girl into.

Okay, so maybe I didn’t have just the one target in mind tonight.