(Oliver's POV)

I don't even know where to begin. Just looking at the smug look on this fucker's face is enough to make my blood boil.

I should have killed him years ago, the first time he pissed me off, but I certainly won't be taking the opportunity in front of me for granted this time.

"So what'll it be, Ollie? I'm assuming you have some elaborate form of torture planned for me?"

"Don't fucking call me that," I growl at Jasper.

"What, only Camden is allowed to have nicknames for you? I suppose I don't blame you for being so whipped, with an ass like that I'd let her-"

I'm offered the slightest bit of satisfaction as the blood spatters out of his nose when I punch him. By the way it crunches and his cry of pain, I know instantly that it's broken, which only makes my smile grow.

"It really bothers you that I'm with her, doesn't it?" I taunt him. "You're jealous that I found someone who loves me despite what I am while you waste your nights and money paying women to fuck you. Tell me, does it cost extra to ask for eye contact?"

Jasper's smile falters for a moment before he regains his composure, but I can see the malice in his eyes.

"She's too good for you," he shrugs. "We both know it. One day she'll realize it, too, and you'll be far worse off than I am. I can find a warm body anywhere, but you can't replace her."

I crack my knuckles, trying desperately to stop myself from throwing another punch.

I can't let Jasper know just how much those words effected me. They knocked the wind out of me and caused a pit to form in my stomach that had me feeling like I would throw up.

Because they were fucking true.

Camden would realize sooner or later that I was just dragging her down. It scared me enough when we were teenagers, but at least then I had my guard up with her. I can't stand that this prick is right, and he fucking knows it.

"Are we done now?" I respond cooly, ignoring his comment.

The knowing look on his face has me clenching my fist until my knuckles turn white.

"I don't really think that's my decision," he says, pointing openly to the two guns pointed at him.

Freya huffs in annoyance and rolls her eyes, but doesn't say anything. Honestly, I'm just surprised she's remained this calm so far, the hot head that she is. It's almost enough to redeem her from the incident at the bar and I remind myself to give her a bonus for a job well done today.

If we make it out of here. Though I'm confident that we have him properly cornered this time, I know Jasper well enough to know he probably has a few tricks up his sleeve.

"Anything you'd like to get off your chest?"

Offering him his last words was a kindness he didn't deserve, but at least my conscience will be clear.

"Only that I regret not fucking your girlfriend when I had the chance. You know, there were so many times during her college years that she was left completely alone. It would have been so easy. You really should hire better guards."

I unload a shot into each of his knees and smirk at him as he screams in agony. He collapses to the floor as he frantically presses his hands against the wounds.

I walk towards him with slow, deliberate steps as I make sure to enjoy every moment of this. As I stand above him, I notice the first real glimpse of fear on his face.

I wasn't sure if his mortality would ever truly hit him, the psychotic piece of shit that he was, but it makes my revenge that much sweeter knowing that he's scared of what's next.

I kick both of his knees, hard, and he curls into a fetal position. Sweat coats his forehead and his breathing starts to quicken.

"You know," I begin as I kneel down beside him. "None of this would have had to happen if you weren't so goddamn greedy."

I push my index finger into one of the bullet holes, causing him to cry out again.

"I took a chance on you, despite my father and Camden's telling me it was a bad idea."

I twist my finger around inside the wound.

"You had everything you could have possibly wanted, and still, you had to go and ruin innocent lives."

I pull my finger out as he whimpers helplessly and press my gun against his stomach, firing another shot. One of the side doors swing open as I do, and a bouncer from the front of the night club comes rushing in.

He reaches for Freya and pulls her towards him, but she manages to twist out of his grasp. My attention is quickly brought back to Jasper who's weakly reaching to grab the gun out of my hand while I'm distracted.

All I can do is smile down at him, mustering as much hate as I can into it before aiming between his eyes.

Freya and I quickly dispose of the bouncer, who didn't put up as much of a fight as I expected.

"All muscle and no brain. Jasper definitely wasn't hiring top brass, huh?"

She turns to look at Jasper's body in disgust with a hum of agreement.

"You definitely owe me a vacation after today," she replies.