Chapter Two
Bentley
Someone was going to die tonight. And I was going to relish murdering him.
Half an hour after taking an extremely long shower and changing into some nice, clean clothes—and still swearing I could smell dog poop and vomit on me—I marched up the steps to the Gambles’ front door and yanked it open without knocking.
I stepped inside with no hesitation, and found only one occupant in the front room—a man who was in no way related to me but had always felt like a second dad.
I almost felt bad for him. Not only had he ended up with Satan for a child, but the poor guy had no clue I was about to wipe his only son off the face of the planet in mere moments.
“Hi, Uncle Noel,” I said in a pleasant enough voice as I crossed the front room and stormed right past him.
Stretched
