25. Milo
Chapter 25
Milo
“To kill or not to kill, that is the question.”
I tried; I really did.
Telling myself that one night would be enough, but I was lying to myself as much as I was lying to her. And the fact that she may be leaving, fucking sucks more than it should.
“I gave you access to my home because I trust you, and you just stepped right the fuck in without any warning,” I say to Mason. He chews his bottom lip nervously.
“Letti was upset. I don’t fucking want her upset. I made a rash decision, and I’m sorry,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, Prez.”
“Get the fuck out of my house,” I grit out, pointing toward the door.
He nods and leaves.
I head back into the bedroom, where I picture Lissie’s beautiful fucking body everywhere. The way she moans, the way the moans slip from her lips.
She was in control—I let her have it—and I wonder if that fucking piece of shit husband ever gave that to her.
I can answer…
Categorically, he did not!