Page 212 of God of War (Legacy of Gods)

The reason I haven’t acted on these cryptic feelings to own and punish and possess the living fuck out of her is because I thought they’d eventually dissipate.

Unfortunately for her, they’ve grown into this furnace of chaotic emotions and an urgent need for ownership. And while I still don’t have a full grasp on their meaning, she’s pushed me to act on them.

She can blame herself for what will befall her.

Because here’s the thing. I’m done staying in the background and delivering threats she never listens to.

It’s time she personally witnesses the unpleasantness I’ve promised.

Her friend Bonneville divulged that their silly group of emptiness will be going to an after-party and gave me theaddress, inviting me over without my having to ask. A privilege of being irresistible, if you will.

Ava nearly had a wreck on her way out of the car park because she’s a reckless little shit who drives under the influence. She should pay me for making sure she doesn’t die in a freak accident.

Before I can follow, I spot the blond guy who was rubbing himself all over her on the dancefloor kicking his car into gear and leaving right behind Ava.

I go after him, keeping a safe distance so as not to be noticed.

He keeps the same pace as Ava, trailing her like a seasoned stalker. The blasphemy.

I’m the only one who’s allowed to stalk her.

The blond guy, Oliver, if I remember correctly, turns off his headlights.

Hmm. I was going to make him disappear like all the losers she fraternizes with, but I’m positively pissed off about the sleazy look I saw in his eyes when they were dancing. The way he was stripping her naked with his gaze. The audacity of him thinking he can touch what I will own.

Yes, Ava has her own sex life like I do, but that phase will soon come to an end.

And by soon, I mean tonight.

From now on, no one else but me will touch her.

Fuck her.

Own her.

She’ll fall at my feet until I decipher the depths of this obsession. Then I’ll get bored like I usually do and discard her like all my previous conquests.

Correction. She’ll be my only conquest. I’ve never had to pursue anyone before her.

Which will make this so much more rewarding.

I tap my fingers on the steering wheel as I fall back farther and take a different turn so Oliver doesn’t suspect anything. I want him to focus on whatever the fuck he’s doing so he doesn’t see me coming.

I want him to enjoy whatever thoughts he’s having about Ava, because they will be his last. Instead of taking the shorter route, I follow the longer one, which sets me back about five minutes, before I turn onto the road leading to the motorway.

The first sight that greets me is of that fucker Oliver pushing Ava against her car and fumbling with her dress.

The view of her shaking uncontrollably ignites a raging fire inside my veins.

It’s so wild and uncharacteristic; I see red for the first time in my life.

Murderous red.

The red I know I can never come back from.

I slam the brakes and bring the car to a halt, then step out with baffling calm. Probably because I’m reveling in the thought that Oliver’s last breaths are within reach. He could’ve disappeared quietly like all the others, but he dared to terrorize her, to touch her with his dirty hands.

He’ll no longer have the luxury of spitting his rancid breaths into a world where she exists.

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