Page 88 of Pain and Possession

A growl rips through his throat, "I'm going to split your fucking skull in half you disgusting cunt.".

"Pretty words Noè. Will you still speak them to me while I comfort you through your grief? I've always been here on the sidelines waiting for you to change your mind. We can fix this, fix our families and get stronger. Together."

Anger flares, wiping away any traces of apprehension as I step out from behind the wall. Noè's eyes find mine as she continues too caught up in herself to notice. Abject horror flashes in those beautiful cold hazel eyes before he turns his attention back to her, "The next time I touch you, I promise you'll feel nothing close to pleasure."

I can hear the smile in her voice as she responds each step bringing me closer. I lift my arm, as I steady the shaking in my hand.

"You won't hurt me Noè. The moment you so much as blink, it's gone. Your life, your money, your family. A swat team will be breaking down your door before you can fucking beg me for-“

A grunt leaves my throat as I bring the dagger down shoving it hard into her neck as my anger, my resentment and grief swallow me whole. I jerk it out before plunging it in over and over again as I scream every hateful thing I can think of. I vent every ounce of pain into her skin as it peels and rips apart under my knife. Only vaguely aware of Noè's as he grabs my wrists knocking the slippery blade free from my hands. His muscular arms lock around me tugging me off her mutilated body. That pretty white dress stained just the way I had imagined it.

"Hush little doll. I've got you. It's okay." Noè whispers as he rocks me, I hadn't even noticed the guttural sobs coming from my throat as he consoles me. It's not for her. Not because of what I've done. It's for everything that was donetome. All of it I've embedded in her skin.

Noè jerks a phone from his pocket as he holds me tightly, "Hock. Yeah, things went sideways. Where's-?"

"In there." I say quietly, pointing towards the place I entered from. Noè's face changes, a look of sympathy taking over, "Never mind."

"Do it now. I want this place swarming in less than ten minutes. I need every file, every piece of paper in here." He hangs up, his eyes still trained on me as he stands taking me with him. Cradling me tightly in his arms.

"I don't need that you know."

He leans down peppering kisses all over my face, "What?" He mumbles between them.

"Your sympathy. I'm alright. It wasn't that hard, killing them. It felt… cathartic."

He pauses briefly before continuing, “It’s not for you.” He kisses me again, warming me from the outside in. “You did amazing tonight, it's all because of you this worked little doll."

He places me on the desk. Not letting go for an instant, "I was so scared. So fucking worried about you." I let him lay me back as he undoes the choker checking the wound on my neck.

"He hurt you." He pants, his eyes tortured.

"I hurt him back."

"Did he… touch you?”

A chill breaks out over my skin, "No."

He leans over me, pressing his forehead against mine, "Swear to me." I kiss him desperate to wipe the pain from his eyes.

"I swear."

"This will never happen again. You're mine, I won't let you put yourself in danger again." He vows before he kisses me deeply, "Tell me you'll never leave my side. Tell me you'll stay with me. Let me protect you."

"Say you'll let me do the same."

He smiles, those hazel eyes wet with tears, "Always." The sound of gunfire cements his promise as he hikes up the skirt of my dress.

"Noè…"

He pauses his hand hovering over his pants as more shots ring out from beyond the walls, "I feel like I'm fucking losing it. You're consuming me, Olive."

"Then we really do match. You consumed me a long time ago."

Chapter twenty-three

Feeling Good

Feeling Good by Micheal Bublè

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