Page 159 of Boy of Ruin
She did leave me. Left me in fucking pieces. I don’t even know why she was looking for me now.
I thought she’d jump on London’s dick, and I don’t know what we do after this, but I want to see what she’ll do. I want to see how she’ll claim me.
She turns away from me and Ophelia lifts one hand to push her.
I clench my teeth, my fingers closing into fists. I’ll push that bitch over the balcony if she hurts my wife.
But Sid slaps her hand down, brings the shards of the vodka bottle to O’s chest, digging in deep enough to make her bleed.
I see it, the blood welling as O looks down, her mouth open, her eyes wide, chest heaving, which brings the glass further into her skin.
Sid smiles, her eyes flicking up to O’s, but she doesn’t drag the glass down. She just rests it there and O looks up, horrified, one hand down by her side, the other still covering her tits.
“You’re going to get your shit, and get out of here,” Sid says quietly, not moving the glass, even as blood trails in rivulets down O’s chest and she can barely breathe.
“He wanted—”
Sid throws the glass to the side where it shatters all over again, but this time her hand shoots out to O’s throat, fingers tight around her. She grabs her long hair, yanking down hard, pulling O to her level.
Yeah. Get mad baby girl. Fight for me like I fought for you.
I fucking killed for her. I’d do anything for her.
All I ever wanted was her to do something once for me.
“I don’t care what he fucking wanted. Get. The fuck. Out.” She releases O, then shoves her back into the railing. She brings her hand up and slaps the fuck out of her, and O shrieks, her hand raising to the side of her face as she does.
If she hits my wife back, I’ll kill her.
But before she gets a chance, Sid turns on her heel, struts across the fucking glass, her hands fisted at her sides.
I just want to chase after her ass.
“Aren’t you going to do something about that?” Ophelia shrieks, swiping at the blood on her chest, pulling on her bikini, shaking out the glass as she does. She pulls up her bottoms, then adjusts the top on her chest. “Aren’t you going to—”
“Get out, O.” I gesture toward the door Sid just walked in through. “That wasn’t even her mad.” I flash Ophelia a smile. “Trust me, you don’t wanna see that. It gets fucking ugly.”
I watch as she stares up at me, blood streaked across her chest, tears down her eyes.
I think I should feel something.
I fucking don’t.
My wife is in there.
Ophelia finally breaks off into a sob, then stomps into the room, racing down the hall toward the door. I don’t know where Sid is, I’m just glad she doesn’t stop O from flinging the door open, slamming it back and running down the hall, sobbing.
“Lilith?” I finally whisper in the silence as I stand in the room, closing the sliding glass door at my back.
I cast my eyes around the darkness, but everything seems to spin around me, and I have to grip the handle of the door to hold myself steady. I don’t hear anything, and for a second, I’m worried she’s left me.
Again.
I’m worried she’s gone, and her anger was for seeing someone play with something she thought was hers, not because she wanted to come back.
Not because she wanted me.
But then I hear her soft voice and all she says is, “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
