Page 101 of Die for You
I do this for the old me.
I do this for every child who fell victim to obscene deviants who could never save themselves.
Blood gushes from his neck wound as I struck him straight in the jugular. His hands are coated in blood as he attempts to remove the shoe. But I punch him in the face, breaking his nose.
He falls backward, groaning and writhing, and all I can think is,shut the fuck up and die.
I’ve wasted enough time on this asshole, so I pull out the shoe from his groin and ram it into his temple.
His moans cease.
He twitches for a few seconds and then…there is silence.
It’s comforting.
I yank him up and remove his shirt, curling my lip in disgust. I shove him back to the ground and retrieve my shoes. I use his trousers as a rag to wipe away his blood.
Gently lifting Elena, I wrap her in the shirt and cuddle her into my arms as I walk her up the hill.
She stirs, but I softly shush her. “Go back to sleep, princess. It’s all a dream.”
She nuzzles closer into me, falling back asleep, and I can only hope that when she awakens, she will believe that it was just a dream.
I sneak in through the side door and place Elena into bed. I put on her Disney pajamas and tuck her in. I stay with her for a little while, but then I have to go.
I press a soft kiss to her forehead and stand, but she breaks my heart before I leave when she whispers in the darkness, “You kept your promise.”
The promise I made to keep her safe.
Her soft breaths indicate she’s asleep.
I brush away my tears as I enter the hallway, needing to compose myself before I enter the shark tank. My heels are shiny, one wouldn’t imagine where they were moments ago.
I measure my breaths and brush down my gown.
Let’s do this…
As I step into the foyer, I bump straight into a solid wall of muscle, a familiar wall that silences the voices within.
My cover slips as I look up at Lennon from under my lashes because his eyes soften. He realizes something is wrong.
God, he is beautiful.
His simple tuxedo accentuates his broad frame and height. The longer strands of hair are styled, giving him the look that he just rolled out of bed. The pinkness of his full lips only appears more succulent thanks to his heavy growth.
His eyes smolder as he takes me in from head to toe.
But we both remember the roles we’re meant to play and slip back into rival mode. We quickly detangle ourselves from one another.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” Bria snarls, her arm looped tightly through Lenny’s.
She looks stunning in a royal-blue gown. But akin to Gianna, the ugliness within cancels out any beauty.
I deadpan her, not in the mood for her bullshit. Truth be told, handing her over to Gianna doesn’t bother me in the slightest. It’s what it’ll do to Lenny that I have the issue with.
“Oh, how lovely to see you two. Thank you for attending.” Gianna appears by my side.
Lenny tightens his grip around Bria to stop her from causing a scene.
