Page 136 of Darkest Deception

Without wasting another second, I move towards Ambrose with a heavy heart, only for arms to force me back. They don’t let me move.

“Let me fucking go!” I thrash against their hold, my eyes on Ambrose.

“Ambrose!” I scream, willing for her to get up.

I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.

“Ambrose, get up!” I plead, thrashing, trying to get out of the hold of the four people on me, but my emotions aren’t letting me focus on anything other than Ambrose.

“Ambrose, I’m sorry, please get up,” I beg. “I’ll do anything, but please get up for me. I’m so sorry!”

“Stop moving.” A muffled voice comes from my left, and that makes me rage.

Using my elbow, I hit one of them in their stomach. Their bulletproof vests barely let them feel anything, but I still try. I hit, kick, punch, and do everything to make them let go of me.

But it doesn’t matter. More and more officers pile into the bedroom, holding me back and keeping me in place.

I hear the faint sound of a helicopter circling the mansion, and more special forces appear on the balcony. They have surrounded the mansion, but I cannot allow them to hurt Ambrose, to use her against me.

“Ambrose! Ambrose! Wake up, I believe you. I’m sorry!”

The knife lodged inside me keeps twisting. I did this to myself and to her.

I ruined what we had.

What was gifted to me.

“I’m sorry for not believing—”

A punch cuts off my sentence, sending me flying back.

“Shut up!” the officer in front of me barks, but my eyes don’t move from Ambrose’s unconscious form.

“Ambrose—”

Another punch is thrown at my face. This time I can feel blood dripping down my chin.

“He helped kill my husband.” Leysa is crying in the corner of the room.

“You think I will let you live peacefully after this?” I give her a lopsided smile. She tried to destroy everything in Ambrose’s life and mine.

She looks up at me, crying, screaming like a toddler, and kicking at the officer consoling her and taking her away.

“Every single one of you is dead.” I look them all in the eye. They don’t react, not knowing what is awaiting them. Death is too easy for keeping me from Ambrose.

I will kill each person they care about first before I move onto them, forcing them to watch everyone they value meet death.

A kick throws me to the floor, and handcuffs wrap around my wrists. I scream and keep screaming at her, but she doesn’t wake up.

Did I ruin the only thing that I wanted desperately in my life?

The only thing that made me feel like a living, breathing man?

We were wrong for each other, we were on opposite ends, and in the end, I have been put on my knees for her.

The officers force me to walk towards the door, but I keep looking back at Ambrose, at the officer tapping her cheek.

“Don’t fucking touch her! I will kill you and skin you alive!” I shout at him. “Ambrose!” I roar one last time, wanting her to just look at me. One time. Just one time.

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