Mack (King #4)

Whatthe…?

He continued staring with that hard, empty gaze, turning the room a frigid temperature that left my breath steaming in front of my face.

“The 10 Club stays,” he said. “And tell my brother to stay the fuck out of my way.”

I blinked, and he was gone. Poof!

Shivering like mad, I swallowed the lump of cold dread stuck in my throat.

“Hey! Your dog just tried to lick my d—Teddi? What’s wrong?”

I looked at Mack, who stood in the doorway, buck naked, holding a tall glass of water in each hand.

I couldn’t speak.

“Teddi? What the fuck is wrong?” Mack repeated.

Once again, I swallowed hard. “Umm…” I pointed my shaking hand at the doorway where the real Mack now stood. “Y-y-your br-br-brother.”

“What about him?”

“He’s back. And it’s not the-the good one.” It wasn’t the living one either.

The glasses in Mack’s hands slipped and crashed on the floor. “Fuck.”



THE END

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