Chapter 52

*MacKenzie*

”I’m sorry, but it was unavoidable, and the prick asked for it himself.” Conrad apologized a million times as we rode back to my cottage in his car.

I hummed, gazing over the window at the darkening sky above the mountains. I wanted to cry, scream, or hit something. I wanted to do something to eliminate that tension in my body, but none of the above seemed right or enough to help me.

”I slapped him. I struck him.” I whispered, grazing my thumb over the slightly swollen palm.

"He deserved more. The things he said,” He paused for a minute and took a deep breath. "A true friend would never be so rude, even if his heart was broken. So, trust me, he deserved more than a slap. If it were me, I would tear his throat out and watch him bleed out on that wooden floor.”

I turned my head to look at Conrad. His words were harsh and unimaginable, but his expression was calm and collected as if what he said was nothing out of the ordinary. I stared at his profile and analyzed the words R