Page 147 of His Juliet

Tears streamed down my face, landing on her bruised cheek. I brushed them away and replaced them with a kiss.

“Come back to me.”

I held my breath as I tried to find her pulse.

There was nothing.

Darkness like I’d never felt before thrummed inside me.

They had taken her from me.

Stolen the life we should have had together.

I looked over at the second body, recognizing it as Spiro Abazi.

White-hot rage engulfed my soul. The monster inside me bellowed with fury.

My Juliet was gone and it was this fucker’s fault.

I unsheathed my knife and let out a roar of rage as I plunged it into his chest, not caring that he was already dead. Blood spurted from him, but it wasn’t enough.

I dragged his body off the bed to get him away from my sweetheart.

My fist came down on his chest.

Again.

And again.

Until his chest was a brutalized bloody mass. Still not enough.

Nothing would ever be enough. Nothing could turn back time and bring my Juliet back to me.

A hand touched on my shoulder and I reared back. Leona’s glassy eyes met mine. “Leave him. He’s nothing now.”

I wanted to scream.

I needed to do something,anything, to fix this, but I had failed Juliet. All of this was my fault.

I didn’t deserve to live.

Blood drenched my shaking hands. I wiped them on the bedspread, refusing to sully my love with bloodstained hands. I adjusted her torn dress so she was covered up, swallowing the bile in my mouth at the thought of that bastard touching her. She had died scared and alone.

“I’m so sorry. So fucking sorry.”

I caressed her face and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Carefully, I removed the bobby pins from her hair, watching it cascade in waves around her shoulders. My Juliet had the prettiest hair in the world.

“No one has ever loved like I love you.” My eyes squeezed shut. “My life was nothing until you came into it, and it’s nothing now without you.Nothing.”

The monster paced restlessly inside me, urging me to exact revenge on everyone who had contributed to Juliet’s suffering. They needed to die at my hands.

But that would mean leaving her.

I brushed my lips over her eyelids. “I’ll be back, stellina. I promise. I need to take care of this, and then I’ll return to you.”

Releasing her from my arms and leaving her on that bed was the hardest thing I’d ever done. But the only thing worse than living in a world where Juliet didn’t exist was one where her tormentors still breathed air.

With one last look at my angel, I strode past Leona out of the room.

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