Page 56 of Vows From Hell

My breath hitched in my throat as he started walking toward me. Blair slowly left without me noticing, and I was left to stare at the man who was quickly approaching me.

The blood was on his hands, dripping down. Everyone else likely thought it was fake, but I knew better. I knew that he finally got rid of all obstacles and we were about to embark on a new journey together.

“Run, Bambi.”

His deep voice sent chills down my spine. The command was indisputable, and my feet moved on their own.

So, I ran.

I ran into the dark forest, awaiting all the dangers we were going to encounter together. Tonight, we started the last chasing game.

The winner wasn’t Micah and it wasn’t me.

It was us.

EPILOGUE II

MICAH

Waking up with Storm’s body entangled with mine was like reaching the sky. Her soft breathing against my chest, her messy hair on my pillow.

Storm was my angel with broken wings, and I was going to give her new ones. My personal paradise and hell mixed together.

A perfect combination of divine and sinister. And she was all mine for the rest of our lives.

It was hard getting everything in order, but now only small flies were able to try to approach us. I was going to crush them before they even got the chance to come within walking distance of my Bambi.

“Good morning,” I spoke softly, kissing her forehead.

Her eyes squinted in sleep, before they relaxed again. With a chuckle, I placed my lips on hers, tasting the sweet cherries she had last night.

“Morning.” Her hoarse voice made my cock twitch.

As if realizing that it was morning, she immediately sat up straight in bed, stretching and yawning.

“Oh my God,” she groaned. “Why didn’t you wake me up? We’ll be late.”

“Late to our wedding? I don’t think so.”

“Oh, come on. At least give me a little sense of normalcy.”

The weather was perfect. A sunny spring day with soft wind. Since we couldn’t officially get married, I decided to give her a little intimate ceremony in the backyard.

Blair, Arlo’s wife, was more than happy to prepare everything alongside Storm’s wedding dress.

The only guests were the De Santis couple and my old friend, Dan. Storm was a little sad about not having any family around, but it quickly vanished once she realized she was finally going to have something to hold onto.

A vow that I was never leaving.

“Get out.”

I blinked. “No.”

“It’s bad mojo to see me in my wedding dress.”

“I don’t believe in that superstition.”

“Well, I do.” She pointed toward the door. “Leave.”

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