Chapter 366
Chapter 366:
“You are going to expose him. You are going to ruin him. If you kill him, you become him. And you go to prison. I won’t lose you to a cell p>
“He deserves to die,” she cried, tears pricking her eyes.
“He deserves to suffer,” Alistair corrected. “Death is too quick. We take his money. We take his reputation. We take his freedom. Then… maybe we let nature take its course p>
Hunter nodded. “Justice first. Revenge second p>
Alistair pulled her into his chest.
Skye buried her face in his shirt, smelling gunpowder and sandalwood. She was shaking.
“I can do this,” she sobbed into his chest. “I have to do this p>
“You will,” Alistair promised, kissing the top of her head. “But you won’t be alone. Hunter is going undercover on the show’s crew. He’ll be your sound guy p>
Skye looked up at Hunter.
He smirked. “I look good in headphones p>
“And I,” Alistair said, “will be watching every feed. If anyone touches you… if Liam tries anything… I’ll burn the studio down p>
“Deal,” Skye said.
Alistair looked at the gun on the table. “One more clip. Rapid fire p>
Skye picked up the gun.
Her hands weren’t shaking anymore.
She fired.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Three shots. Three holes in the target’s head.
“Good girl,” Alistair whispered.
The next morning, Skye’s body felt like it had been run over by a truck. Her shoulders ached from the recoil, and her mind was foggy from lack of sleep.
But there was no time to rest.
Her phone, which Alistair had confiscated the night before, was buzzing incessantly on the kitchen counter.
She picked it up.
𝗢ptimа𝗅 𝗿𝗲а𝘥і𝗻𝗀 ex𝘱еriе𝗇𝘤𝖾 𝘰𝗇 𝗯𝗲𝗅ոо𝘷𝖾𝗅ѕ.с𝗼𝗺
The screen was lit with notifications.
Twitter Trending: Skye And Liam Reunited
Instagram: 500k new followers overnight.
The show had announced the cast list at 8 a.m.
Skye opened Twitter. The top post was from Liam.
@LiamKensington: I have made many mistakes. I am broken, but I am still standing. I will do whatever it takes to tell the truth. Even if it destroys me. #Redemption
Attached was a photo of them from their wedding day. He looked adoring. Skye looked young and naive. But the tone of the tweet wasn’t the arrogant Liam of the past. It was desperate. Melancholy.
Bile rose in her throat.
He was spinning the narrative already: the repentant husband, the martyr who wanted his wife back.
“Don’t read the comments,” Alistair said, walking into the kitchen. He was shirtless, holding a mug of coffee. His torso was a map of scars and muscle.
“He’s using our wedding photo,” Skye said, showing him the screen. “He’s trying to make it a romance p>
“Then make it a horror story,” Alistair said, taking a sip of his coffee.
Skye tapped the reply button. Her fingers hovered over the keys.
She thought about being diplomatic.