Page 69 of Violent Attraction

She needs me.

She needs me just like I fucking need her. To breathe. To stay alive. I fucking need her for everything.

She’s able to escape the grasp I have on her and shoves me with all her strength.

“No,” she growls, just low enough for only me to hear. “I don’t need you. Want to know why? Because you hurt me. You hurt me more than once before and you are hurting me now. I don’t need you.”

What the fuck?

Where is this coming from?

Yes, I hurt her. I’m the first person to admit that when it has come to Isabella Morales, I have done more wrong than good. But I did that fucking shit to protect her, to make sure she got the life with someone that deserved her.

But now things are different. I’m fucking different.

She walks away from me, and it takes me a few seconds to comprehend what is happening before I’m following behind her.

I reach out and grab her by the elbow, bringing her to a stop and making her look at me. “What is going on with you? Why the hell are you acting this way?”

“Why? Why?” if looks could kill. “I will tell you why I’m acting this way, Santiago Reyes. This is fucking why!”

Isabella lifts her hand up and that’s when I notice the piece of jewelry adorning her finger.

A diamond ring.

Of course, that’s what the meeting was about. How I fucking missed that memo is beyond me.

“You’re engaged.” It’s not a question. She’s fucking engaged to Emilio Castro.

She’s engaged to a fucking killer.

My plan to stop this fucking wedding from happing, just got put into hyper speed.

“Yeah, I’m fucking engaged to a man that isn’t you. Because you were a coward and couldn’t go to my father to talk to him. So much for loving me.”

She’s hurting.

I know this woman well enough to know when she is hurting and when she lets the hurt take over, she says spiteful things.

It doesn't matter if it’s me, her sister or her boss. If the hurt runs deep she will let you know exactly what she feels, even if you know that she doesn't mean it.

“I do love you.”

Saying the words during this type of argument is not a good move, but I had to say these words. It doesn't matter what she feels about me right now, she has to know that I love her and that will never change.

“Then prove it. Do something about this. Don’t just stand there and let this happen. Don’t let me walk down that aisle while you stay silent. Do something. Please Santiago, do something to stop this.”

I will try.

But I don’t voice it.

I just continue to stand there in silence while the woman all of me breaks further into the hurt that I have caused.

“I guess your silence is all the response I need.” without a final look in my direction, she walks away, and I let her.

I won’t let Isabella marry that man.

I will kill him before he gets to call her his wife.

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