Jake clears his throat, and I realize that it’s my grip that is too tight now. My nails are cutting into his hand.
Loosening my grip, I continue to listen, wondering how much more I can take before I slice both of their throats right now.
Lawrence may die sooner than I planned. I may tie him up with Tyler and let them cry to each other while I cut them both to pieces.
“Maybe it’s not even related,” Lawrence says with a shrug. “Just don’t let anyone in your house for a while, and tell your wife to do the same. I’m getting a security system installed in my apartment. You should too. Not that it matters. According to Dad, they’re being let in, because there’s no sign of a break in.”
“Fuck,” Tyler hisses. “Fine. I’ll get something installed.”
Keyless entry locks are my best friends. It’s easy to catch the code being punched in on camera. It’s also easy to grab a set of keys and have a copy made if they use traditional locks. It just looks like I’m being invited in.
One more thing to keep them off a dead girl’s trail.
He grabs a bite of his bread, and I find myself dizzy. It’s the first time I haven’t heard them begging for forgiveness when this subject gets brought up. Usually it’s not brought up until I have a knife pressed to their skin.
They don’t have the balls to say this kind of shit when I’m the one making them cry for mercy, beg for forgiveness, and plead for their lives. I’ve never been more eager to get to the fun part.
Their conversation shifts to the best security systems to get, and I try to calm myself down before I slit both their throats and dicks in the middle of a restaurant.
“I think we should probably consider getting two birds for the new house. What do you think?” Jake asks, apparently thinking the same damn thing I am.
“Think we could do it on such short notice?” I ask him, smiling sweetly even though the taste of vengeance is potent on my tongue.
“I think so. Maybe an extra week at m
ost. Could probably find a better place for them too, just to be safe.”
There’s a storm shelter behind Tyler’s old house that is still up for sale. I could put them both in there, and Jake could do something to keep any realtors from walking in on me while I’m busy killing two boys at once.
“I’m not as hungry as I thought I was, dearest,” Jake tells me when the waitress drops off our food.
“Me neither,” I say, stabbing my steak much harder than necessary.
Tyler and Lawrence never say anything else worth hearing again. Mostly I hear a few people around them taking bets on if I’m really a hooker or not.
Just as Tyler starts to leave, Lawrence stops him.
“Get a burner phone like I did. Anything else comes up, call me from that phone. No more personal phone calls. Got it?”
So he got a burner phone? How’d we miss that?
Tyler nods, and Jake and I exchange a look.
“If we find out who it is, we don’t need anything linking it back to us when we take matters into our own hands. Understood?” Lawrence asks.
“I’d love to see them fucking try,” Jake whispers.
My lips twitch. I’ve never been this excited to kill someone.
We let Tyler be gone for a while before we stand. As we walk past Lawrence’s table, his hand shoots up, grabbing my wrist. My stomach roils and my heart hammers in my chest as I fight all my instincts not to rip his throat out here and now.
I look down, glaring at him.
The bastard winks up at me and hands me a card that I take, trying to get away from him.
“Call me sometime, sweetheart. A girl who looks like you needs someone to appreciate all those sights.”
I give him a dazzling smile, wink at him, and start walking again, gently brushing his hand away. Oh, I’ll give him something to look at. I’ll paint the walls with his and Tyler’s blood, and I’ll let them bleed out as they watch.