As Conner's body landed on the floor and blood flowed, Laz withheld a smile.
It wouldn't be ideal to smile at the scene of the crime.
But he liked it, he liked it so much he wished he was the one who had pushed the fucker from the top.
He meant, he'd been okay with Conner dying slowly, but this worked just as well.
The audacity of him to actually touch his girl!
The good part? The fucker was probably dead as the sirens blared in the distance.
The bad part? His woman was traumatized, and they had to watch the scene of the crime unfold.
Laz quickly scooped her up in his arms as she screamed so hard his eardrums throbbed. The entire dorm was in chaos with girls screaming, amplifying the noise.
She was panicking, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. Laz needed to find her a brown paper bag.
He placed her gently into the car seat. She was heaving now, her face red, her eyes bloodshot, and streaks of tears marking her cheeks.
