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“What, nothing to say?” Ezra steps closer to Micah, lifting the knife. “Not so tough right now, are you? Daddy’s not here to save you. No one cares about how rich you are. On this island, you are nothing. Both of you are nothing.” Ezra stomps his foot at him, making even me jump back. “Fucking say something!” he screams in Micah’s face.

Micah stands there and takes it, saying and doing nothing.

“I should just fucking kill you, Micah.” Ezra’s tone shifts, walking back to Naomi and placing his arm around her. “No one would even care that you’re gone. The world wouldn’t miss you.”

This can’t be happening.

Micah’s voice cuts through the air. “I’m not giving you shit, Ezra. Kill all of us if you need to, but I’ll die before I give anything to you.”

I shake my head. “Just give it to them, Micah. It’s not worth it. It’s not worth fighting over.”

My heart pounds in my throat as Micah takes a step to the side. He’s circling, like a lion would circle its prey.

Testing him, teasing him, drawing him out.

“No. No fucking way,” Micah says. “It’s the only leverage we have.” He casts his eyes to Naomi’s gash, where I cut her. “She needs the first aid kit. She will bleed out if she doesn’t get it.”

Ezra laughs. “Oh, you’d love it if I killed someone, wouldn’t you, Micah? Then at least you wouldn’t be the only murderer on this island.”

My eyes shoot up and I cringe. The look on Micah’s face is deadly.

Maison takes a step forward. “That’s enough, Ezra. This isn’t funny. Thomas already lost a hand from when you cut him. How far are we going to let this go?”

Ezra’s eyes flash, and he hesitates for a moment.

He didn’t know…

He only grips the knife harder. “I’ll go as far as I want to. I’m in charge of this fucking island. I have the knife, the food; I have the power. I am God here, Maison. Micah’s reign of terror is over.”

Jesus.

I let out a small laugh at the absurdity of it. He’s not God, he’s a psychopath. A hungry and pathetic one at that.

His eyes narrow. “What are you laughing at, London? You’re the stupidest bitch on the island. You have no idea what kind of guys you spread your legs for. You think you matter to them? Because you don’t. Olivia bounced between them like a fucking ping-pong ball. You’re not special, London. They don’t care about you, you’re merely one of many.” He waves his hand the between twins. “This is what they do. The game they play with girls. They fuck them, then they fight over them. I’ve watched them do it for years.”

I bite my lip and my eyes dart to Micah. His head is down, his jaw set tight. He’s planning something, plotting how to end this.

Ezra’s just trying to fuck with me. Turn me against them.

“That’s enough, Ezra,” Maison grits out. “Put the knife down and tell Nigel to let London go.”

He lets out a little laugh. “Oh, I don’t think so. This is way too much fun.”

Micah’s eyes shoot up as Ezra draws his attention back to me.

“You have no idea, do you?” he asks me. “What they really did to that girlfriend of theirs? They both belong in prison.”

My insides burst.

Nigel grips me and blurts out, “And Micah gets to keep going on with his life as if it never happened, while my sister is rotting in the ground. Daddy just made it all go away. Well, she was a person, with a family and a future. She didn’t deserve to die.”

I bite my lip, my eyes trying to meet Maison’s. He won’t look up; he won’t give me anything.

“He didn’t mean to kill her,” I whisper. “Everything was an accident, Nigel.”

Nigel lets out a snort. “Then own it. Put the time in for what you did to her, Maison. But it’s much easier to keep your scholarships if you don’t have murder on your record, isn’t it?”

Ezra’s body tenses and he screams, “You took everything from me. All my life, the two of you were the stars of the team, and everyone looked at me like I was nothing. But none of that mattered, because I knew one day, I would get away from you, go off to another college, and leave our fucking town for good.”