Page 85 of Ruthless God

Once I make it home, I tuck her into bed, and she’s out like a light. I remove Lyrical’s bloodied clothes and give her a bed bath, then I put her in one of my T-shirts. The pain meds cause her to not stir.

I get into my car and drive to Savannah’s place that’s located in North Haven. Instead of knocking on the door, I go around the back, open the window to the living room, and slide it up slowly before climbing inside. I watch her go to her bedroom, then I follow her. She tosses clothes into a suitcase, and I assume she’s leaving because she knows Lyrical survived her attack.

“Going somewhere?”

She turns around and pure terror overtakes her face as she backs up, putting her hands up in surrender.

“Snow, what are you doing here?”

She looks like a rabbit caught in the sight of a wolf. I’m ready to kill this bitch so I can send my father a message not to fuck with me. When I grab her by the hair, I toss her to the floor, knocking over a small table. She looks up at me, holding her elbow.

“S-Snow. What the hell?”

I yank her up by the hair and throw her ass against the drawer. Her body hits the mirror, shards of glass raining on her, and she groans.

“You fucking bitch. I told you what was going to happen if you didn’t stay away from us.”

She has a deep cut in her forearm now, and she removes the chunk of mirrored glass, tossing it to the floor, causing blood to drip onto the wooden floor.

“P-please. P-please.”

I don’t feel anything but rage.

Pure rage.

I place a ball gag in her mouth and tie the leather strap around her head. The entire time, she shakes her head, then slaps me across the face, but I don’t flinch.

Once I grab her by the throat, I squeeze tight while she claws at my flesh, getting my skin under her nails, and I slam her against the wall two times. I let her go, and she falls to the ground.

I grab the zip tie from my pockets and force her arms in front of her, then I tie them around her wrists. Throwing her over my shoulders, I carry her to my car and place her in the trunk before closing it.

On my way home, my mind veers toward the best way to kill this bitch. I can drown her, break her neck, or toss her into a shallow grave and bury her alive, making her death slow.

Once I make it to the farmhouse, I carry her to the basement and wrap a chain around her neck that is attached to the wall.

Tears wet her eyes and fall down her cheeks.

“My fiancée decides your fate.”

I kick her in her stomach, then walk upstairs to find Lyrical’s eyes open. She tries to sit up.

“Savannah stabbed me,” she says. “She really thinks that if I’m out of the picture, she can have you.”

I want to tell her about my father and how he wants me to marry her instead.

“I have something to show you. Are you able to walk?”

She nods.

I don’t believe her, so I scoop her up in my arms and I carry her down to the basement. When I flip the light switch, she looks around and her eyes land on Savannah.

Grasping, she clings onto me, as I set her on her feet, and lean down and cup her face.

“What do you want me to do with her?”

She looks at Savannah, then back at me, not appearing to be fazed by what I’m about to do to Savannah. I love that she accepts me for who I am.

She goes up to Savannah and slaps her across the face. Savannah screams into the gag, scooting away from Lyrical like a wounded animal.

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