Chapter 92

TYSON

The grin on her face sent me fueled with fury and disappointment that I marched towards her and Marcella came into view as she was sitting on her bed.

"Tell me you didn't do it, Collette."

"What exactly? I bet that bitch would be the least of our problems right now, so why are you so hot?"

"Collette!" I yelled and she flinched.

"Did you stab Zenevieva?" I asked with so much spite and anger in my tone that Marcella has to get up to the a closer look at me but I was already drenched in my own emotions

"What if I did? What is it with all this stupid character you're exhibiting right now, isn't that what you also wanted? Didn't you tell me to do what I like, only for me to appreciate what happened to her so swiftly? She got what she deserve, so stop hyperventilating!"

She blurted out carelessly and my palms connected to her cheeks in Fury. Heavy gasp escaped her and Marcella's eyes looked like saucers ready to pop out from their sockets.

"Are you mad?" I yelled in fury.

"Of all day