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After school, Jett flashed across my phone screen while I walked into CVS.
I had wanted to find Sakura, follow her home, talk to her, but he hadn’t stopped calling me throughout the entire day. He knew that I had work, but that fucker continued to pester me about when I would sort out his problems.
Only I didn’t have plans to do shit for him anymore.
And he had pissed me off enough. Tonight, I’d get rid of him.
Depositing my phone into my pocket, I walked into CVS. This probably wasn’t the best place to find a gift box for Sakura, but I didn’t have much time tonight, especially if I wanted to get rid of Jett. I planned to visit her tonight at her home, sneak into her bedroom so we could finally talk.
“Do you have a box?” I asked the young woman at the front desk.
“Just a box? A gift box? Box of condoms?” She giggled.
Condoms? Who the fuck uses condoms? Who does she think I am?
If Sakura were here, I wondered how she’d react to another woman flirting with me. While she had been a mess the other night, her possessiveness had been sexy as fuck. I was hard, thinking about her climbing on top of me and showing me why her pussy was the only thing I’d ever be inside of.
What if she snatched my hand in her small one and told the woman that we didn’t use condoms, that she loved being filled to the brim with my cum, that she loved the thought of me getting her preg—
Fuck, I really need to stop.
“A gift box,” I repeated to the woman. “To hold a present for my … girl.”
What was Sakura to me? She wanted to talk, but was it because she wanted to officially break it off? Were we boyfriend, girlfriend? I scrunched my nose. That didn’t sound right in the fucking slightest.
“Oh,” she said, almost disappointed.
Once she led me to the card and gift aisle, I spent fifteen minutes trying to choose the perfect gift box and finally settled on a soft pink box and a blank card for Sakura. I really hoped she didn’t want to break it off.
Because I didn’t think I’d let her.
Fuck that. She was mine. She wasn’t leaving me.
“Is this it?” the woman asked, suddenly distant.
“Yes,” I said, pulling out my wallet.
“Did you find everything you were looking for?”
“Yep.”
“Do you have a CVS card?”
“Scan my damn items,” I growled. “I don’t have time to play the question game.”
She snapped her mouth closed and finished checking me out. I paid her in cash and walked back to the car, depositing the gift box into the trunk, next to tools for my time with the lovely Jett Harleen tonight.
I drove to his beach house and parked in the back so my car was hidden. I walked to the front door with my schoolbag and knocked twice.
Jett answered moments after the second knock. “It’s about fucking time you showed up.”
“Hey, Jett,” I said, smiling. “Can I come in?”
He opened the door enough for me to walk into the house. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been calling you all day. I think the mob has found this place. I’ve seen them walking up and down the beach all week. Did you—”
Before he could finish his sentence, I pulled a hammer out of my bag and swung it at the back of his head. He fell to the ground, blood seeping everywhere.
All those years of fucking torture … he’d pay for them tonight.