Destructive King by Rachel van Dyken

Author:Rachel van Dyken [Dyken, Rachel Van]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rachel Van Dyken
Published: 2021-07-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

“To the well-organized mind, death is just the next adventure.”— JK Rowling

Ash

I slammed my car door and stomped into the house. Irritation twined like hot barbed wire around every nerve ending. I’d lost control over something so dumb, fucking blinded by how angry I’d been as if that one random stranger was the reason for it all.

I waved off the associates in suits at Sergio’s. I’d grown up around them all, and they knew to always let me in. Besides, she was in there with Tank.

Mine.

Something raged inside me, like a beast rattling its cage, desperate to get free. Part of me knew why I was upset.

And refused to even acknowledge it.

Because I knew what I would do at midnight tonight.

Just like I knew what I’d done last year, only months after her death.

“Ash, heard you got in a fight…” Sergio didn’t even look up from his cell phone. “Wanna talk about it—”

My answer was to growl.

He just chuckled like my anger and intolerance amused him. “Guess not.”

“They in the theater room?” I clenched my fists so tight that I probably broke some of the scabs already forming on my knuckles.

Keep it together.

It’s just Annie.

Annie and Tank.

Fucking Annie.

“Sounds like it,” he said dryly as more laughter bounced down the hall, attacking my ears with a cruel vengeance.

What the hell was he saying getting her to laugh like that? So free and open? Without a care in the world?

And why was jealousy raging through me like a fucking canon at the idea of her responding to him in a way I’d felt so damn guilty for wanting for so long.

Long before she left for Italy.

His chuckle grew louder as I stomped my way down the hall and into the large theater room.

The lights were low like Tank was seconds away from asking her to make out before fumbling through what would be the worst feel up in human history.

I mean, one could only hope, right?

Because the last guy to touch her was me.

Right?

Right?

Shit, had she hooked up with anyone in Italy? Why was I choosing now to focus on all the things I didn’t know when the one thing I did was like a movie that refused to pause playing before me.

They were sitting in the top reclining love seat next to the large wooden bar Sergio had flown in from Europe.

Something was on the screen, but I refused to focus on it.

No, my focus was solely on Tank’s hand as it inched closer to hers.

And the arm that was seconds away from no longer being attached as he scooted his massive body even closer, his forehead nearly touching hers as she smiled up at him.

Hell no.

“Hey!” I barked out and then, like a complete monster, moved through the air at record speed and jumped between them where there really wasn’t a seat but enough space that I almost ended up in Tank’s lap.

He wasn’t amused.

Annie gave me a funny look. “You, um… doing better?”

“Perfect. Wonderful. Actual unicorns stampeded out of my ass on the way here as I drove under a double rainbow and waved at a leprechaun.

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