Chapter 385

Nope. No qualms with violence in his case. I grabbed my first slice of salami, prosciutto, and pancetta pizza. It was so hot that I juggled it between my hands, blowing on the cheese. "Then I'll have surface-breaking sex with someone. I might do that part both before and after the stabbing. Haven't decided."

"Good plan," she said. "But properly talk to him before you kill him?"

"Oh, I'm not killing him. I want excruciating, drawn-out pain that will be his only company through the rest of his long, lonely, miserable life."

Nava pushed the Coke can away from me. "Maybe hold off on the caffeine."

Patience was not my strong suit where food was concerned, and I ate half of the piece in one go, despite the mozzarella being still hot enough to burn the roof of my mouth. While I ate, I studied the engagement photo on my phone like I could X-ray vision my way to an explanation. They looked so happy together, her arm tucked under his like they'd known each other their whole lives.