NICO
“Hiiiii,” Sorel beams as her face pops up on the screen.
I squint, really taking in her features. When did she start looking so lively?
“What?” she asks, fidgeting under my scrutinizing stare.
“What’s got you so happy?” I press. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with that slimy f*cker you call your fiancé, would it? Because if that guy is making you smile more than I do, there will be consequences.”
Yes, I fully plan on killing my sister’s fiancé someday. The guy looks shady as hell, always grinning like a snake. People like that can’t be trusted. And the fact that he shot his accomplice right in front of me? That seals it.
“Sheesh, Nico, take a chill pill. Can’t I just be happy for once in my life?” she says, her face slipping into a sad pout.
Fuck.
“No, Sorel, that’s not what
