Page 62 of Seduction

How fucking dare they continue to touch what’s mine?! They will die for that alone, and it will not be quick.

If I have to pick them off one by one right in front of her eyes until she loses the fight to stay away from me, I will do it with a fucking smile on my face because I will get what I want.

Her.

“AHHHH!!!” I throw my arms across the fireplace mantel in her room as vases of roses crash to the ground, shattering like her heart will when I first remove them from her life.

I go around the room I’ve had decorated for her, throwing every vase of red roses I ordered from the little shop.

She liked getting the black roses from that nerdy kid that has been giving me so much fucking trouble, I figured she would love these. What does one little rose have that hundreds don’t?

They aren’t good enough for her. Can’t provide for her the way I can, and I will be damned if I allow them to take away something I’ve fought so damn long for.

“I gave her time to grow up!” I shout into the room, picking up a handful of roses and ripping them apart, ignoring the cuts and sting of the thorns as my hands bleed from the abuse. “She’s always been mine to claim, and I am so sick of people coming between us!”

More screaming and ripping of roses, crushing them in my palms and under my feet as the blood drips from my hands.

“Sir.” One of my guards knocks on the door, calling for me.

“What?!” I snap, chest heaving as I look around the now destroyed room.

My little Dove wants to play this game, then I will play. This room will stay destroyed for her to see how much control she has over me. How badly she hurts me by being with those delinquents.

“The father is wishing to speak to you.” I can hear the nerves in his voice about interrupting me.

“He can wait! I need a box and a camera. Now!” I order, and hear him calling it in with one of the other guards.

Within minutes, I have everything I need, and start picking up the petals of these roses I bought for her. Crushing them in my bloody hands before throwing them into a plain white gift box. The bottom is covered with white tissue paper to absorb the blood from my hands that has coloured the petals.

Now she will have a piece of me.

Handful after handful of crushed petals are thrown into the box, covered in my blood before I pull back and stare at it. There’s only one thing left to do now, and I’m going to relish in it.

I may not be able to kill him if I ever want my Dove to accept me one day, but that doesn’t mean he can’t suffer for her indiscretions just like I told her he would.

Brent

It’s not hard to hear his roars of anger as he loses his mind, and I can’t help but smile to myself.

My body is aching in pain from sitting in this chair, and being locked in this this dark room for weeks. Barely being given enough food and water to survive, not to mention the beatings, but I refuse to allow it to kill me.

Dimitri knows full well that the second he kills me, it’s game over for him. In his mind, Haliee will never accept him if he takes my life, and he fucking hates it.

What he doesn’t seem to realize is that she’s too soft for a man like him. She could never be the woman he needs by his side, and he would get bored of her before long.

He’s allowed his obsession get the better of him instead of letting common sense take hold. She will never be like him, but he doesn’t seem to believe that, and he hates me for keeping her from him all these years.

Every time he’s in this room, I can tell he’s pissed that he can only knock me around a little and cause me pain, but he can’t take me out for keeping him from what he believes he wants and deserves.

My daughter.

And I would gladly do it all over again as long as it led us here where she’s safe and protected by seven of the scariest fuckers on the planet.

If Dimitri is this angry, it’s because of Haliee.

Whatever plan he had obviously backfired and he’s seething from it. I also know I will pay for it, but I can handle whatever he doles out to me because I know revenge is coming. Even if I die, this asshole will never live a free life again because the Deadly Seven will hunt him down.

They fell in love with my little girl, and she loves them right back. He needs to smarten up and walk away from her while he still can. There’s a difference between love and obsession, and what he feels for my little girl could never be mistaken for love.

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