Page 4 of Vile Emotion
“I…” my voice seems to just lose itself at this moment.
“Speak up.” Alaric practically growls at me.
Looking up into his face, I can’t help but stare at him. His angry face has been etched into my mind from the second he almost killed me in the private court room until now. Even if I shut my eyes, I can see him. From his angry eyes that promised me nothing but punishment and anger to his size in not only stature but width.
Alaric Crowne is not someone I wanted to see as soon as I stepped out. I wanted to do something else, I wanted to try and move on with my life but he’s not going to allow that. He never will.
My heart races and everything in me wants to run away from the impending doom that’s going to become my new home and future.
I know that now and there’s no more fight in me. I’m tired.
“I’m sorry.” I whisper, trying not to lose my nerve or cry because that’s not who I am but unfortunately, spending these years in prison didn’t make me tougher; it changed me and made me a recluse. I have no friends and no family that I can go back to. My life is sad and meaningless.
“Do you want to disappear faster than you’ve spent in jail? Why don’t you shut the fuck up about that and get in the fucking car!”
Alaric runs a hand through his wavy hair, it flops back to its state of being in his face stopping at his cheeks and opens the door for me contrasting how everything about him screams,fear him,and he doesn’t have to ask me twice.
My heart beats as fast as a hummingbird pecking a tree as the white, hot anger flashes in his eyes and in them, I know there rests no remorse when it comes to my situation. He doesn't want to hear my sorries or even know that I’m not trying to be on his good side. I’m just trying to make amends. That’s what the prison therapist said I should do even though he won’t accept it but my therapist isn’t the one that just found out they’re tied to the one man that would drag me to hell to pay for my sins because he is the devil.
The door slams once I’m all the way in and my eyes land on another man. A man who just gives me a hard look with his brown eyes that would make him beautiful if not for the look in them. Taking in his features, I try to not gaze too long just in case he would help Alaric kill me and hide the body. His warm golden brown skin is a couple shades lighter than mine but there is a richness to his that mine hasn’t seen in a long time. Prison doesn’t necessarily cater to skin routines or give you something to make you look pretty.
I don’t doubt my beauty but there's just so much ugly that’s come my way that I don’t think I’ll ever feel beautiful again.
“Where are we going?” I brave it and ask Alaric.
“Your own personal hell, wife.” He adds a bite to his tone and it shuts me up quickly.
3
Juliana thinks she has a choice in what to do with her life but she doesn’t. It all belongs to me. Her name, her will to live and her everything else, it’s all mine.
Cassius drives off with both of us in the car and I know he wants to say something but he won’t. Carmen was his sister so he won’t want to defend Juliana, she has no one in her corner and I’m fine with that. Her family isn’t speaking to her even though they’re all alive and well. I know all her business no matter what she says because she can’t lie to me and that’s exactly how i want it to be.
Juliana sighs as she holds onto the bag that she left the prison with.
“Where the fuck are the rest of your belongings?” I ask.
“I didn’t bring anything else with me. This is all I had.” She answers in a hushed tone as if she’s an innocent woman.
There’s nothing innocent about her, just that she’s a heartless bitch who couldn’t even rescue my wife or kid out of the damn car. There’s no excuses that she can give me.
“And that’s all you’re about to go in with.” I say.
She does this slight huff as if she wants to add some bite to her bark. I dare her to.
“Please…” she begs.
“What are you begging for, Juli?” I call her name as if it’s a curse on my lips.
She turns to face me and those big brown eyes look up at me. “Please.” She says again letting the hushed word leave her plush lips. “Please let me go and I’ll disappear. I’ll never appear in front of you again. Ever.”
I reach out, grabbing her jaw hard. “You listen to me and listen very well. You don’t have a choice as to what you can do. I own you, Juliana Hart. Everything on you belongs to me. Your body, your very wicked soul that drove you to murder my wife and kid, I own that too. Even the air that I let you breathe on borrowed time is mine. I am your reason for breathing, do you understand?”
“Mmm.” She says with trembling fear that eggs me on. Her eyes grow wet with unshed tears and I lift my brow challenging her to cry.
“When I ask you something you answer me with words, wife.”
“Yes, yes, I understand.” She answers.
