Chapter 86

~ Charles

“I dare you to fucking repeat that,” I said, my voice lower and menacing, extruding an eerie coldness that could kill.

Steve shrugged. “What? You want me to say Megan isn’t a bitch?” He slapped my wrist playfully. “C’mon, man, Megan is a bitch like all the other women on this earth—”

I didn’t let Steve finish before I sent my fist flying to his mouth. The force was so powerful that he fell to the ground. His eyes widened, bewildered. “What the heck, bro?”

“Don’t you dare put Megan in the same category with those lowlives you sleep with,” I yelled, stabbing a finger at my best friend. “This is all your fault. If you hadn’t invited those girls to my house, Megan would still be here.”

Steve spat out blood as he rose. “Don’t fucking blame me for that. Your relationship with Megan was already sitting on gunpowder before I came into the picture.”

“And you are about to leave the picture,” I said. “I will get you an apartment, but you can’t stay in my house anymore, not when you are