Page 52 of Vile Emotion
“No, I’m warning you. If you fall in love with her, I’ll kill her like she killed my sister. Anyone else but her, man. Anyone else.”
I do understand Cassius. I get it but at the same time, I don’t like this.
“Don’t threaten her,” there’s a certain defensiveness in my tone that I’ll have to correct later. “If I want Juliana to die, I’ll kill her myself. She’s my wife, not yours, not society’s. Everything onher belongs to me. She’s my possession, my claim, and my right to do whatever the fuck I want with her.”
Cassius’s eye twitches… he wants to hit me but he doesn’t. His hands are balled into fists by his side yet he doesn’t make a move.
“She’s your obsession and she’ll be your end if you don’t straighten the fuck up. You’re obsessed with her and while you say you hate her, that kiss didn’t look like you wanted her dead.”
This causes me to smirk.
“Are you jealous, Cas? Did you want her all to yourself?”
His resolve drops for half a second but I see it. She’s his type and while he doesn’t do anything or say anything, he’s always spoken for me to let her go. He says he’d kill her but would that be before or after he realizes that he’s taken a liking to her.
“Fuck you, Ric.”
“That’s what I thought.” I say and instead of engaging in more bullshit, I take my drink and walk off towards the empty foyer.
Before I can leave the grand room, my arm is grabbed and I don’t have to guess who it is.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Mia asks.
My eyes turn to hers and I know she knows I’m not in the fucking mood.
“Fuck off, Mia.”
Snatching my arm out of her hold, I leave for the foyer needing some peace and quiet.
To think and to hate.
Juliana is to blame for the falling out of my best friend and I.
She’s the reason my pregnant wife and kid are dead.
She’s the problem that I can’t get rid of.
And she’s my hate. My fury. My rage.
Fuck… I hate her.
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“You haven’t said a single word since your husband kissed the hell out of you in front of us.” Liliana points out.
“What?”
“Just like how you haven’t stopped tracing over your lips as if that’s your first kiss and you’re back in high school staring at him…waiting for more?”
This stops my movements and I notice that I am touching my lips but it’s not because I liked the kiss but rather because none of this makes any sense. Why did he feel he needed to kiss me like that to prove to my siblings that we’re together? I wouldn’t have asked them for help, I simply would’ve waited it out and figured something else out.
It’s fine that he doesn’t trust me because I don’t trust him either, how could I? He isn’t someone that’s done anything good or nice for me.
Alaric Crowne isn’t a nice man and I don’t expect him to ever get there but this night doesn’t change a single thing though.
My frantic heart proves that’s a lie as I spot Alaric coming back into the gala after spending a long while outside. I didn’tfollow him because I knew if I went outside it wasn't going to be a good conversation, especially because he was upset.
That’s the problem now, I know when he’s too upset to rationalize. I also know what his facial features look like when he is angry. It doesn’t really show much but there’s a way he lifts his right brow. It’s ever so slightly high but not too high. The squaring of his shoulders, the hand in his pocket and his stride. They’re not too fast but not too slow, they are of equal parting when he’s walking towards something like he needs to kill it.
