Page 35 of Vows From Hell

Not a single trace of questioning the decision before committing to it, not a single flicker of regret. She did what she wanted to do and then she snorted.

“Sorry, I meant to aim a bit lower. Hold on.’’ She lowered herself onto her knees as the first shot pushed her backward and aimed the gun better. Then she fired again, this time hitting the exact spot where Morrison had hit me.

He screamed like a little bitch.

Storm’s white shirt was coated with blood, her face and hair splattered with ichor. The thick, crimson liquid didn’t bother her. In fact, it only worsened the insanity in her eyes.

Her pupils dilated and a wide grin spread across her face.

I didn’t recognize the woman in front of me.

But I sure as fucked loved what I was seeing.

“What’s wrong?” Storm’s voice was as if she were speaking to a child, openly mocking the man who was groaning and pleading in front of her. “Where did all that confidence disappear to? Don’t tell me you were all bark and no bite. Come on, fight back a little. This isn’t as fun.’’

“You dirty bitch.’’ He struggled against the rope, unable to free himself. I was on my feet at his insult, ready to break his skull and show him the dirty things he’d been talking about. Storm only raised a finger, and I halted.

It was clear who had the power at the moment, and she didn’t want my anger to ruin her perfectly laid out plan.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,’’ Storm yawned. “I get it. Now, let’s start with the questioning. Well, it’s a game of sorts. For each question you refuse to answer or lie about, you get shot. It’s a survival game. Let’s see how long you last.’’

He clenched his jaw, clamping his mouth shut. His little act of rebellion provoked a laugh from me.

“Question number one: when did you find out about Micah and me? Or did you take a wild guess and just got lucky?”

He turned his head to the side, refusing to answer.

Storm was prepared to shoot again, but I softly grabbed the hand which held the gun, preventing her from firing.

“Be careful,’’ I warned. “If you shoot him too many times quickly, he’ll bleed out and die before you get your answers.’’

“I know,’’ she deadpanned.

The gunshot echoed in the room, followed by groans and whimpers of agony. She merely grazed his left shoulder. The wound wasn’t deep enough to make him bleed out, but it was enough to hurt him.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

This strong and powerful woman made me fall in love with her all over again.

When she first told me she’d killed a man, I found it difficult to believe her. The same woman who fainted after I killed three people in front of her, the same woman who once tried her best to run away from me.

But seeing her now made me realize how far she was willing to go to preserve this intoxicating relationship. She was ready to break all the walls, push beyond limits, and take what she wanted.

Pride like I’d never known filled my chest, making my heart flutter in contentment. My smile spread as I stared at her, covered in blood, with nothing but curiosity hidden behind her pretty eyes.

“No,’’ Morrison grumbled. “I didn’t know from the beginning. However, once I met you in person, you were just… odd. My suspicions raised once Beck brought your odd behavior to my attention.’’

“I behaved oddly? Damn, I really thought I was acting perfectly,’’ she sighed, shaking her head. “Well, there’s no use in crying over spilled milk, right?”

“Anything else?” He was speaking through fury, desperate for all of this to be over with. He probably held on to the tiniest bits of hope that he’d be able to walk out of here alive.

“How much does everyone else know?”

"Why? You scared?” He grinned.

The slight smile fell from Storm’s face as she shot his stomach.

“Scared? You wish.’’

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