Page 120 of His Cursed Heart

When they started tearing me apart, I gave Scarface all their smells so he could keep Vincent safe.

And now, he does what I told him.

Tears him limb by limb.

The sounds make my skin goosebumps but I put my attention on my beast, who thinks I'll run away after what I witness.

I run to him and wrap my arms around his neck, burring myself in his embrace.

He kept his promise.

He annihilated my worst nightmare, freeing me from his shadow.

Now, the only question left is...

...will he understand?

A smack in the face wakes me. I tilt my head in confusion, feeling rested for the first time in days.

The events from last night made me sleep like a goddamn baby. I still feel his blood on my hands and the way his screams awaken my darkest parts.

For a second, I thought I scared Althea, that she'd think I'm sick and disguised, but the woman makes me question if she's the sick one. When her arms embraced me in that tight hold, all I wanted to do was to bury her in my soul and never let her go. The tears in her eyes are the one thing that I hate about her. Althea is a goddess, the strongest woman I know, and seeing her cry is my undoing.

I took her into our bedroom and for the first time, she sleeps deep and long without her pills. I look at her and her beautiful face that is turned toward me. Her long eyelashes are resting on her lowers ones and her lips are a little open.

I could stare at her redoing the same painting for eternity and I still would fine her the most interesting creature in this world.

I feel a pressure on my chest and I look down and

find the source of the smack.

Vincent is laying on my chest, with his arms spared out vertically like Jesus 2.0 and his legs are on Althea's waist. I look confused and see Scarface on the edge of the bed, clean and asleep.

What the hell is going on?

I stare at Vincent's little nose and the bump in his chin and I can't help but smile. He's a strong boy, clearly taking after his sister. He's smart and fearless, making everyone piss themself. His soft face is like a baby's and his chubby cheeks are red.

With one hand tangled with Althea's, I bring the other one close to Vincent's cheek and I caress it slowly.

I can't put my finger on the emotion that I feel right now, when it's quiet and I'm between two people that I would die for, but I know that's worth it.

They are my family.

Whatever feeling my beast is capable of, I know they already exist for my wife and the little boy who tries to steal my heart.

Don't tell him, but he already did it, and I'm not mad about it.

They both sigh in the same time and I smile at the coincidence. Now that Hanibal is dead and Vincent's mystery mom was killed when she birthed him, I need to ask Althea if she wants to adopt Vincent or just be his guardian.

I can see the love Althea has for her little brother, it's greater than anything I've ever seen. He will always be her first option in a life and death situation; she'll die a thousand time over him.

She just needs to let me be the same for her.

Feeling my muscles going numb, I try to move and change my position, but the growl from the panther

makes me narrow my eyes at him.

"Fuck off," I murmur and Scarface moves his face out of my sight.

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