Chapter 50

Tequila's POV

"You conniving son of a what I shall not say, it was you wasn't it?" I say, slamming the door as she jumps, her books dropping on the floor her eyes wide.

"Tequila what're you-"

I grab her hair and she shrieks trying to grip the roots.

"You keep putting my family in danger for your own selfish reasons. Pito is dead Helga!"

"Don't you think I know that?! Let go of my hair, you psycho."

"Not until you tell me who you put up to this ."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She grits out.

"Helga. I am playing nice, we both know how aggressive I can be, so I'm giving you five seconds."

"One-"

"Screw you." She grunts and without thinking, I fly her head into the headboard and she screams as blood begins to pour out of her nose.

I climb on top of her, my hands wrapped around her neck. She gripped at them, trying to scratch them off but I had done this before.