My Mate, My Bully
His eyes widen, shocked and furious, and in the split second it takes for him to process what just happened, I strike.
The knife is still slick with my blood as I grip it tightly, raising it high and driving it straight into his side.
“Jokes on you, sucker!” I hiss through gritted teeth.
Salcom lets out a strangled noise, part scream, part gasp, as the blade sinks in. For a moment, time stops. His expression twists in disbelief, as if he can’t comprehend that I, the girl he thought was broken, the girl he thought he owned, just turned the tables on him.
Bab Populer