Page 110 of Vicious Cycle
As I stood there with my knife in his neck, Sigel’s wide-eyed gaze slowly swept from the cut to my own.
“You should have never underestimated me,” I growled.
Not wanting to risk that he could survive the injuries I’d inflicted, I didn’t jerk out the knife. Instead, I braced myself and sliced through the tendons and muscles on his neck as his arms flailed up to stop me until I hit his collarbone and could go no further.
Sigel’s expression flickered between emotions like a flashing sign.
Grief
Disbelief
Pain
And finally, rage.
Just as I started to pull the knife out, Sigel’s gaze met mine. We momentarily stared each other down. Then he lunged at me, his hands coming around my throat. I gasped and wheezed for air as I swung my arm with the knife blindingly forward. With a growl, Sigel knocked it from my hands. Panic shuddered through me as it clattered to the floor.
As Sigel squeezed harder, I heard Deacon calling my name. Tears pricked my eyes that I would never see him again. To feel his lips on mine. The comfort of his embrace.
“ALEXANDRA!” Deacon’s voice boomed through the bathroom.
Although he seemed closer, I knew it must’ve been a hallucination. As my vision started to dim and light pulsed around me, Deacon burst into the stall.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: ALEXANDRA
Iwasn’t hallucinating. Deacon was really here with me in the bathroom stall. With a thunderous roar, he launched himself at Sigel, knocking him away from me.
Gasping and wheezing for breath, I collapsed to the ground. As I tried getting my breath, my gaze took in Deacon pummeling Sigel’s face. My stomach churned at the blood coating hishands.
I turned my head to the side, purging the contents of my stomach, along with my fear and adrenaline, onto the bathroomfloor. When I finally stopped retching, I slid my hand across my mouth.
When I swiveled my neck, I saw that Deacon stood over Sigel’s crumpled, battered form. At the hideous smile curved on his face, I shuddered. It would give me nightmares to come.
“You actually thought you took me out, didn’t you?” Deacon demanded.
Sigel’s response came in a gurgling rasp, which caused Deacon to chuckle cruelly. “How fucking satisfying is it that the last thing you’re going to see is my face. Just like your piece of shit son.”
With my knife in his hands, Deacon growled, “Now fucker, I’m going to send you to hell. Just like I did your son.”
Slowly, I rolled over and began trying to stand up. It took everything within me to get onto my feet. I then lumbered over to Deacon and Sigel.
When Sigel caught my gaze, Deacon turned to see what he was staring at. “Alexandra, stay back. I’ve got him.”
I shook my head. “We…do…it…together,” I gritted out painfully as my bruised throat felt like razor blades.
Deacon’s eyes narrowed to fury filled slits. “Fuck that. You tried to deny me earlier. Remember?”
“I was… doing it to protect you….and Willow,” I protested in a ragged whisper.
“That’s what you want me to believe.”
After swallowing several times, my voice felt to feel stronger as I said, “It’s the truth. With everything she’s been through, Willow couldn’t lose you.”
“And I’ll be coming back to her safe and sound just as soon as I slit his motherfucking throat.”
As Sigel started army crawling away from us, Deacon gripped his knife and took a step forward. My words froze him.
“Deacon, please.” Slowly, he turned to face me. “Can’t you understand I had my reasons?”
