Page 31 of Love and War

She’s toxic. She makes everything worse.

But I would show her. It was time for her death. She needed to die.

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Killian

Iitchedwithneedto claim her. Ever since I walked around the corner and saw that John fucking Walker touching her and the little furball on the floor. John was being nasty towards what was mine. No one treats my girl like that.

No one.

I was fuming that the only thing stopping me was the look she had. I hated the fact she almost looked scared of me. I would never hurt her. I could never do that; she was my life. Everything I did was for her. Even if she doubted me, even though she didn’t know the reason for me leaving. That I was protecting her, that everything hurt inside knowing that she held onto the fact I left her.

She no longer felt loved by me because of my actions. I hated that I did that to her, that I was the reason for every wrong thing she felt and held onto.

So, while we walked through the store and left to go back to her house neither of us spoke. I didn’t know what to say. There was too much happening inside my head to actually speak them aloud.

I could tell she was shrinking back to herself. She held onto that furry thing, her eyes trained out the passenger window. I could feel that she wanted to scream at me, that the emotions were close to breaking out of her. But she held on. Never once glancing my way.

My hands tightened around the steering wheel, my knuckles white. I could hear the leather crinkle. My foot pressed against the gas pedal. I couldn’t look over at her because if I did, I’d lose it. I’d lose my control, what little I had.

Pulling into her driveway, Aziza wasted no time swinging the door open and marching to her front door. Taking a loud breath, I took another two before following her. She tried closing the door, as if a simple door would stop me from entering.

She’d never understood the obsession I had for her. She was all I thought about, day in and day out.

So, a door would not keep me from her.

Stepping inside, I glanced around not finding her in the living room. Peeking into the kitchen, I still found nothing. Following down the hallway, I headed towards her bedroom. Opening the door, I didn’t have to look hard. She was curled up under the blanket.

“Aziza.”

Silence.

“Aziza,” I tried again, stepping further into the room.

Again, silence.

“Aziza Iris Sinclair!”

“Jesus fuck!” she said, ripping the blankets from her head. “What do you want, Killian?”

“You need to eat, check your blood sugar, and we need to talk.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“No?” I parried back.

“Seriously, did you become stupid, dumb, all of it? I thought you were smart. If I said no, I meant NO!” Aziza was fuming, her face red with anger.

“Watch your mouth.”

“Or what? You’ll fuck my mouth again?” She laughed. “No, maybe this time you’ll spank me, turn my ass red with your handprint? No, I don’t think so. Maybe this time you’ll tie my hands up like you used to. Tie my hands against the bedpost, fuck me until I tell you what you want.”

In a flash, I ripped the blanket the rest of the way off her. It was like I wasn’t aware of my body moving. I loomed over her. I took in the way her eyes widened with my sudden movements, the way her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling heavily.

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