Chapter 265

SCOTT LEANED IN CLOSE. Brat's face was purple and her eyes bulged nearly out of her head. He'd imagined this moment dozens-hundreds-of times. It was so much better now that it was a reality.

A few more seconds and she'd be done. Dead. Finally!

Her movements lost some of the frantic flailing. Even in death, she was still a brat.

Another moment...

Her knee jerked up, ramming his balls toward his tailbone.

He grunted and his hands slid to her shoulders. For a moment, he struggled to draw in air.

Fuuuuck, that hurt.

The bitch.

Brat sucked in deep breaths, her body shuddering. Tears wetted her cheeks, and she sobbed. He was so close he could feel the caress of her breath on his cheek.

Yeah, he was going to hurl.

He'd almost finished the damn job.

Scott pushed off her and hobbled a few steps, one hand on his groin.

"Help!" Brat's damaged throat made her cries too soft and broken to be heard beyond these walls.