Page 104 of Seizing Control: Part One

It bounces around my thick skull.

Ridicules my faith in the woman I love.

“While I was rotting away in here, you let him between these thighs.” My palm stings after I bring it down on the skin that she let Slash mark. Lily jerks. Her hips buck. Then she recoils as I glare at her with pure, unadulterated hatred. “I thought this would be difficult, but you’ve made it easy.” I let her go, literally wash my hands of her. Flinging my arm in the direction of the only exit, I snarl, “Get the fuck out.”

Lily tries to beg for my forgiveness. “Zeke, please… it’s not how you think.”

I can barely hear her over the solitary word banging around inside my head.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid.

I’ve always known that I’m dumb as a doorpost.

The five years I spent with Lily lulled me into a false sense of security.

I forgot how stupid I am.

Slow.

Dense.

Clueless.

From the moment I could speak, I’ve heard every variation of the word.

My own mother told me the truth, why the hell did I allow a girl seven years younger than me to make me think otherwise?

“I was scared. The ritual. It was too much for me.” Lily’s desperation to be heard breaks through the death of my pride—the loss of my faith in her belief in me. “I didn’t want my first time after losing our baby to be in front of the Trinity. Not that that matters, we have to sleep together… we have to have a child within the first two years of marriage, or the union will be void and they’ll kill you.” Lily backs away from me when I refuse to acknowledge her excuses. “Slash thought he was helping, but even that… backfired.”

Scraping my hands through my hair, I try to ignore her babbling pleas.

They mean nothing.

Of all the men in the world, she chose him.

The cunt who’s probably having a kid with a Maddison bitch.

Slash has everything.

I have nothing.

My right leg bounces.

The spot in my chest where my heart lived turns into a black hole.

Venom’s rage triggers my natural defence mechanism.

Violence.

The urge to wring her neck with my bare hands makes me shake.

She was mine.

Mine.

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