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I knew he did.

I’d felt those tears on my hand.

“We’ll see.” I paused. “Is it bad that I’m glad that your ex-wife is dead? I hate Leo with every piece of my soul, but knowing that he took away the woman that tormented you for years by taking your baby from you…”

He chuckled, and the smile that overtook his face was breathtaking.

“You are an absolutely stunning, murderous little creature.”

“I have murderous tendencies,” I teased.

“You seem like a nice girl,” Black teased back.

I narrowed my eyes at him threateningly. “I’m not.”

Epilogue

Hearing “don’t start” makes me want to start reallll bad.

—Jessamy to Black

Jessamy

Four years later

I was in a documentary on one of the most popular streaming platforms of all time. And right now, it was trending number one in the entire world.

Not just the US of fucking A, but the world.

China. Japan. Uganda.

It was the most watched show for two full weeks, even above a freakin’ Marvel movie.

The documentary title: How to Catch the Attention of a Psychopath.

The star of the show, my brother, sat in a chair in a room with a black background with the lights of a thousand suns aimed his way.

A woman sat catty-corner to him with her arms crossed over her chest.

She was overly uncomfortable.

I could tell.

My brother was really good at making people feel that way.

He stared at her in that soulless way only a true psychopath could.

“And how many people have you killed?” the woman asked.

No response.

Then Shelby entered, her voice like a pure bell as she said, “Just tell her how many people you killed, asshole.”

Ahh, Shelby.

My favorite person in the world.

Leo blinked and turned to her. “Including your mother?”