Page 81 of Descent

With that, I step out of the front door, feeling a presence beside me.

“What’s the game plan?” Wesley asks.

I angle my screen for him, showing the moment Skyla jumped into Bartlett’s car and they took off eastbound. Wesley’s eyebrows lift in surprise as he assesses me.

“You work fast.”

“Have to,” I say shortly, before sliding into the front seat of his car. I begin fast forwarding the footage, directing Wesley before my jaw clenches as I watch the car park. My little siren. Of course she’d go to the water.

“You got access to a boat?” I ask Wesley.

“Maybe. Why?”

I turn to face him. “Because we’re gonna need it.”

Forty-five minutes later, I’m slipping inside her room on the cruise ship. Wesley is in a drag boat following closely behind,waiting for us. A few words with a guy at the docks and we were given the keys to a boat.

According to the dipshits back at the house, she could have been gone anywhere between forty-five minutes to four motherfucking hours. Based on how long it took us to catch up with the boat, I’d say it was closer to four hours. Worthless piece of shits.

When we got close enough, I was able to find a spot that allowed me to climb up and onto the stern. From there, it was almost too easy. A gun to the temple can pull information rather quickly, though unfortunately, ‘security’ is searching for me. It’s fine, we won’t be long.

My eyes scan the empty room, ready to go tear the ship apart in search of her, when I hear the sound of a bath running. Grabbing the bathroom door handle, I notice that it’s locked. Not for long.

Lifting my boot, I kick it open, splintering the frame apart as a completely naked Skyla screams. Her screams stop when she sees it’s me, but they shouldn’t because with the anger I have inside me right now, I’m ready to fucking kill her.

“Vincent, how did you—”

I cut her words off, gripping her throat tighter than I should as I push my nose against hers.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Huh? Running away? Taking my goddamn heart with you? Do you honestly think there is a single place in this world that you could run to that I would not find you? Land or sea, I will always find you, Siren,” I spit.

Tears begin welling in her eyes as her voice rasps.

“Leave, please. I need to keep you safe. I need to—”

“No!” I snap with a sharp shake. “It’s my job to keep you safe, it’s your job to let me.”

“What if he kills you!” she sobs, as I loosen my hold on her neck.

I lift my other hand, cupping the back of her head to hold her in place as I look straight into those green eyes.

“Then I fucking die! But as long as I’m breathing, I will not let you go.”

Her watery eyes glisten, and I shake my head at her stupidity before crushing my lips to hers. She doesn’t fight me, but she doesn’t engage either, which pisses me the fuck off. Pulling away from her, I spin her in my arms, forcing her to bend over the bathtub.

“What are you doing?” she asks, as my hand releases her throat fully. My hand on the back of her head slides down to her neck as my free hand unzips my pants, freeing my cock.

“Reminding you of who you belong to since you’ve obviously forgotten,” I say, as I shove myself inside her.

As soon as her mouth drops open to gasp, I shove her fucking head underwater as I begin thrusting. I only leave her there for two seconds before I rip her out, thrusting my hips as I speak into her ear.

“You think you can just leave us like that? That you can leave me?” I snarl as I shove her back under.

She takes a deep breath before her head is submerged, her body bucking and fighting against me. If she thinks she can pull this shit and not face consequences, she’s fucking insane. The anger thrumming in my veins has sinister voices whispering to me. Ones that suggest if she wants to run off and get killed, I’ll do it myself. I’d rather be the one to feel her life drain from my hands than let another. I know my death would come only moments later because my life doesn’t exist without hers anymore. So if she dies, I die, and I’ve never been so tempted to end it all until this moment.

Yanking her back out of the water, I brush my lips against her dripping wet cheek, speaking against her skin.

“You can’t hide from me, Siren. I’ll never stop coming for you. Run away all you want. I’ll take pleasure in hunting you down every time.”

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