Page 11 of Darkest Deception

Her eyes widen at my words, then hateful fire flares in them, turning them into something different.

That fiery anger blazes to life, as if I just poured oil in it. A bright, dangerous wildfire that is out of control, heading straight towards me.

Her hands snap free and fly up, she scratches my hands again.

“I fucking hate you!” Her voice is hoarse, her eyes burning with defiance

“Feeling is mutual.” I grind my teeth, tightening my hand just to see her eyes flare.

Her chest falls and rises like she is expecting more.

“A little more pressure and I can end your life right here and be free of your trouble.”

I release my grip, and her knees collapse. She whimpers and slumps against the wall. Her hands are clasped around her neck, and she gasps, taking in as much oxygen as she can.

“What is going on here?” a voice interrupts.

Ambrose blinks and steps out of my hold.

I clear my throat, my eyes trailing after her every movement as she turns to Aurora.

What would have happened if Aurora didn’t come out?

Would I have done exactly as I said?

A little more pressure, one more second of seeing that fight in her, and what would I have done?

I can’t exactly kill her because there is a stupid thing called friendship—more like me valuing my life—if I don’t want Remo coming after me for killing his wife’s sister.

“Aurora…” Ambrose says.

She tries to explain the situation to Aurora, who already knows. Aurora’s eyes are wary as Ambrose tries to convince her, and I watch. The whole time.

I watch her try as Aurora stands there, indifferent, knowing her older sister has come to beg for something when she doesn’t even know the hell Aurora has just come back from.

Ambrose doesn’t bother to ask her how Aurora is even doing.

“Please, Aurora.” Ambrose’s voice drops to a whisper as she reaches for Aurora’s hand.

Aurora steps back. She looks at me, her soft eyes flickering between me and her older sister.

“Let her keep the job, Helia. Whichever one, so she can provide for herself, but don’t ask me for anything more. And, Ambrose?”

The blond head looks up, her eyes vacant of any emotions now compared to how fiery she was with me.

“Never come back here again.” Aurora nods at me to go inside the house, and I do, but not before I look over my shoulder one last time to see Ambrose’s frozen figure as Aurora slams the door in her face.

All of this is a taste of karma for the way she treated her sister.

I know your dirty secret, Ambrose.

And it will ruin you.

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Every single day for the next week, Aurora’s words echo in my head.

Never come back here again.

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