The most beautiful thing
Undisclosed Apartment, Willhound. 5:02 A.M. The air in the room was soaked in smoke, tension, and betrayal. The lights were dim—just the way I liked it when I was about to do something violent. Jared was sitting at the table like nothing had happened. Like I hadn’t just found out he’d been feeding information to the Lanes. Like I wouldn’t gut him if he blinked the wrong way. He looked up at me, cocky little smile on his mouth, cigarette dangling from his fingers. “You came early,” he said, standing slowly. “You got sloppy,” I replied, walking in and shutting the door behind me. No locks. That wasn’t necessary. No one leaves until I say so. I circled him. Let the silence stretch. Let it feel like a blade dragging across skin. He licked his lips. Nervous now. “You think I don’t not
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