Page 11 of Ruthless Kings of Obsession

We were the tools to get her where she needed to be.

To determine if she’d moved forward or if she was obsessed with him as he is with her…

I see it as clearly as ever now.

Yet…

It doesn’t steal away how much I love Evangeline.

How much I desire to save her.

To protect and accept her, crazed and obsessed with her fucked up stepbrother who wants her to suffer just like she wants his own demise.

If that means killing anyone who interferes in this toxic dynamic.

So be it.

The rain falls harder now, at least, it’s what I feel as the numbness starts to embed itself into my body. I can’t even feel the pain that surely plaguing my body, but I do feel my temperature beginning to drop.

I further sag on my knees, while I’m forced to watch the multiple expressions that form on Domino’s face.

At first, there’s pride. A sheer glee of happiness for fulfilling what he yearned to set out, but as he watches the blood leave my body or how it must soak the remaining clothes that dawn my chest, I see the threads of guilt.

The immense regret.

I don’t know what expression I show in return. Am I sad? Happy? Regretful? Heck, am I angry? I can’t tell, but I watch as he has no choice but to lift Eva’s limp body, her silver hair trailing like moonlight through his fingers before he gives one last look my way over his shoulder.

“Hope the afterlife welcomes you like a King heading to sit on his throne,” Domino whispers.

He’s walking away now, taking my Ruthless Queen with him, leaving me alone at the end of this alleyway, surrounded by bodies of all the men we fought hard to obtain our escape.

I fall back before I know it, but I can’t feel anything now.

The numbness has settled in, while a blanket of chill hums through me. I wonder how much blood I’ve lost now? I’m not sure, but all I can do is stare above as rain continues to fall.

I can still hear through, despite the loud ringing of my heart fighting desperately to pump blood to my heart. It’s a hopeless mission when you think about it, for it’s only a matter of time before I’m emptied out.

Despite it all, I wonder where I’m going to go from here.

Will I go see my family again?

Odd to say I can’t remember their faces now. I can hear my mother’s singing though. Listening to her humming sound while I dare remember my Father’s deep laughter.

I hear my siblings bickering, and then flashbacks of my life seem to flicker before my eyes.

It’s happening so fast, and yet it gives me a sense of content.

I get a glimpse of Ares, the two of us sharing a drink on the field after a day of training.

Then there’s a moment where I’m listening to Matteo singing while he watches Eva as she recovers.

Then, all I can see is visions of Eva.

Our first encounter caught my thrown knife.

Our countless interactions, with her face up close, allowed me to admire how beautiful and serene she was.

Those lustful nights when I’d wake up and enjoy the sight of her sleeping figure and her tender breathing.

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