Valor Lante taking everything
My fingers curled into fists, my temples pulsing as I ground my teeth together. This wasn’t just competition. This was war. A well-calculated attempt to gut me from the inside out.
Why?
Because I didn’t let him get my sister’s pussy?
And the board those spineless fucks-if the numbers took a sharp enough dip, they’d turn on me without hesitation. They’d vote me out and hand over everything I built to some corporate puppet willing to play nice.
I exhaled slowly, pushing away from the bed where I sat. The very air I was breathing was thick with barely restrained fury.
I walked over to the table by the window, my fingers trailing over the flowers sitting in the glass vase perched at the edge.
It shouldn’t be there. Not so close to falling off the edge of the table.
But I didn’t move it. Neither did I steady it. Instead, I watched it, waiting to see if it would tip over on its own.
I was just like that vase-balanced on the edge, one wrong move away from crashing. If nothing changed, if nothing was done, I’d fall and shatter. Just like it would.
But left it there, letting it sit and decide.
Just like I was about to.
My jaw clenched as I reached for my phone, preparing to call Rhys in order to start tearing through this mess, when the door slammed open with a violent crack.
I didn’t even have time to look before it was shoved closed with the same force, the sharp bang ricocheting through the room like a gunshot.
“What the actual fuck, Kester?”
June.
Her voice grated on my nerves, adding gasoline to the flames of fury already brewing inside me.
Besides, when did June learn to be this angry?
She stood there, hair tangled, makeup sundged from the night before, still wearing yesterday’s dress. Her arms were crossed tight over her chest, nails digging into her side as she glared at me like I was the lowest piece of shit in existence.
And for a second-a single second-I didn’t give a fuck.
“You left me in the goddamn car all night!” She said, and for another second, I still didn’t give a shit. No wonder she still looked like yesterday.
I barely looked up from my phone. “You were asleep.”
“I fucking know that,” she snapped. “And when I woke up, was still in the car! Alone! Do you have any idea how cold it got? How stiff my whole body feels?”
Silence.
“You don’t care, huh? You only care about whatever it is that’s on that phone, isn’t it?” She scoffed.
I forced my jaw to stay locked, to keep my voice level. “You’re fine, aren’t you?”
She let out a humorless laugh. “That’s all you have to say?
I was quiet.
“Answer me, Kester!” She yelled, a sob escaping her.
“Go and freshen up, June,” I said calmly, doing all I could to keep the storm away. But she was hell-bent on drawing it out.
“You are so unbelievable. You don’t have a heart, Kester… You.” She stepped closer, shaking her head in disbelief, “You don’t even feel guilty, do you? About anything? About how you treat people? About how you treat me?”
She moved closer, her perfume too strong, her presence too loud, her accusations too much
Everything was just too much!
“I should’ve known. You’re incapable of caring about anyone but your goddamn selfish self-
The snap was instant. Explosive. Shattering.
My arm moved before I even realized it-my fingers curled around the vase in a blind, vicious surge of motion.
It lifted from the table in a single, fluid arc-
And then it was flying.
A glinting blur of white lilies and glass filled the space before it slammed into the wall beside her.
Shattered.
The impact sent shards exploding in every direction, fine savers of glass slicing through skin, embedding into soft flesh.
June gasped, stumbling back as thin, red lines bloored across her cheek, her arm, and her neck.
Silence rang louder than the impact.
For a moment, she just stared at me wide-eyed as if she hadn’t realized that the side of her face was now covered in blood.
My chest rose and fell in jagged, uneven breaths. My fists clenched so tight that my nails dug into my palms. “The next time to speak to me like that ever again, I swear to fuck, your face wouldn’t be the only thing I’d ruin.” I bit out ever so coldly, my eyes narrowing to slits.
Then her fingers lifted, trembling slightly as they brushed over the fresh cuts on her face. A few pieces of glass clung to her skin, catching the light. Blood beaded at the edges, slipping down in thin, red trails.
She looked at her hand.
Then at me.
The terror in her eyes satisfied the fuck out of me.
Good… I let her see it. I let her see the monster she was so desperately trying to end up with.
KESTER
She was still standing there. She fucking stood like she could fucking fix me.
The fear in her eyes faded too fast, dissolving into something worse. Something sickly.
Concern.
What was she? Kasmine? My mother? Some fucking saint who thought she could put me back together, piece by piece, like it was her duty?
“Kester,” She whispered, ignoring the blood dripping out of her face. She wasn’t healing just yet. How would she heal when the pieces of glass were still in her flesh, and all the cared about was me?
She should have been backing away, pressing her hands to her wounds, pulling the shards out-something, anything.
But no, She stood there.
She wouldn’t move. Wouldn’t cry. Wouldn’t flinch.
I wanted her to flinch.
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