All the Way (Romancing Manhattan #1)(64)

“Are you fucking deaf? Haven’t you been listening to me? I tried to kill you, you idiot.”

“I don’t believe it.” I shake my head, just as my phone rings.

“Throw it to me.”

I pull it out of my clutch and see Finn’s name on the display.

“I said throw it to me,” Kyle says, and I do. “Hello, London can’t come to the phone right now. Who am I? Not that it’s any of your fucking business, but this is her brother. She’s with me. No, I’m not going to let you talk to her.”

“Just let me talk to him.”

“Nope, not telling you where we are either.” He turns away from me, enjoying the way he’s taunting Finn over the phone. He’s more mentally disturbed than I ever thought. I ease my way to the end table by the couch, which has a pair of scissors sitting on it, and grab them, then inch my way toward Kyle, who’s still talking smack to Finn. “I don’t know what you want with my bitch of a sister. She’s a know-it-all, and she’s not that talented. Maybe she’s fun in bed? I don’t know. It doesn’t matter, because I’m about to fucking kill her.”

He turns, surprised to see me standing so close to him, and drops the phone.

I punch him in the nose, satisfied with the loud crunch of it breaking, and stick the scissors next to his neck. “Don’t fucking move. Finn! Call the cops!”

I can barely hear his voice from the floor. “Quinn did. On our way.”

“You’re not going to fucking stab me.”

“Oh yeah, I am. Just try me.”

“You broke my nose.”

“Good.”

He bends over, pushing his hands against his nose, and when I move to let him, he reaches out to take me down.

But I move quickly, not inhibited by blurry eyes and a bloody nose, and land my elbow against his face again, sending him to the floor, unconscious.

Seconds later, there’s pounding on my door, and cops come flooding inside.

“London Watson?”

“Yes. This is Kyle Watson, and I’m pressing charges for breaking and entering, assault, and the murder of my parents.”

The lead detective stops and stares at me.

“You heard me correctly. I’ll explain it all.”

“He needs an ambulance,” another man says. I stand back, leaning on my kitchen counter, blood still rushing through my head.

I just beat the shit out of my murdering brother.

He wakes up as they’re putting him on a gurney, and Finn comes running inside along with Quinn. His eyes search the room for me, and he immediately comes racing to me, pulling me into his arms.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, he’s the only one bleeding.”

“Fucking bitch!” Kyle yells. “You’re going to pay for this. Dearly. I promise you.”

“Good-bye, Kyle.” I watch as they take him away, and the lead detective asks if he can talk with me for a while, which I agree to. Quinn leaves to go wrap things up at the party.

“Tell me what happened, from the beginning.”

“Let’s sit in the living room,” I reply. Once we’re settled, with Finn next to me, I tell him everything, from the day my parents died until today, adding what I know about Kyle following me. “That’s it. He admitted that he killed them, and that he tried to kill me.”

“We have so many charges here, he’ll be put away for a very, very long time,” he replies with a nod. “Here’s my card. Call me if you need anything.”

He stands and leaves, and Finn follows him out then returns to me. He sits and pulls me against him, not saying anything for a long moment.

“I thought that you’d left me,” he admits finally. “I looked around the party for you and couldn’t find you. I thought you’d skipped out because you were so angry with me.”

“I told Quinn to tell you I was coming here.”

“He told me just before I called your phone,” he says, and kisses my head. “I don’t know that I’ve ever been that fucking scared in my whole life.”

“I wasn’t scared,” I reply honestly. “Even with the gun, I don’t believe he would have hurt me. And I know, that’s stupid, because he just admitted to trying to kill me, but I just wasn’t afraid of him.”

I still don’t feel scared. Worn out, and a bit hollow, but not scared.

“I’m just happy you’re safe. Let’s go back to my place.”

“I definitely don’t want to stay here,” I agree. “I may not be scared of him, but I’ll probably never get the image out of my head of him admitting to killing my mom and dad. He smiled, Finn. He thought it was awesome.”

“For the money?” he asks.

“Yep. And he was pissed that I lived because I fucked up his plans.”

“Son of a bitch. Come on, let me take you home.”

“You know, I don’t think so.” I stand and walk away from him. “I think I really just want to be alone tonight. I’ll check into a hotel.”

“London, if this is about what happened earlier today—”

“It’s not,” I interrupt, but then rethink that remark. “Maybe it is, a little. But I want to be alone so I can process everything. Not because I don’t love or appreciate you.”