Page 653 of Hell Hath No Fury
Yeah, don’t fucking fuck with me right now.
I could kill him with a single punch and I’ve come close. Extremely close in the past couple of months since he started working here.
And I wonder if today can be the day when I get to do that.
Kill him, I mean.
I’m already fucked up over her. People haveseenme fucked up over her. Surely, no one would blame me if I killed someone.
No one would blame me if I killed this doofus who’s always salivating over my girl.
My fiancée.
I fist my hands as a heavy, thick wave of possessiveness, anger, fear washes over me.
Where the fuck is she?
Where the fuck did she go? Why did she lie to me?
Because she did, didn’t she?
She lied.
And I don’t know where she is and she’s probably alone right now and she’s got the worst sense of direction.
She’s got the worst sense about everything.
She thinks everyone she meets is a friend. That they have good intentions.
She thought this douchebag ice cream guy that I’m still glaring at and who’s sputtering nonsense was so sweet and helpful when she met him.
When I pointed out to her that he was sweet and helpful for other reasons, she rolled her eyes at me. She said, “You’re crazy, Arrow. He has a girlfriend. He just told us. You were there.”Then she shook her head and sent her big curls flying around her face. “Not every guy is after me, okay? You can relax.”
Then she had the audacity to reach up and kiss my jaw.
She had theaudacityto smile at me and move away. Well, almost move away. Because I grabbed hold of those curls she’d been taunting me with and growled over her lips, “I’ll relax the day you’re mine. Forever.”
Her smile widened. “I’ve always been yours. Since I was ten.”
And then I had to wipe that smile off her face because when she says things like that I don’t know what else to do.
I don’t know how else to survive from one moment to the next without kissing her. Without sucking on her sweet-tasting tongue and biting her darkly-painted lips when she tells me that she’s been mine since she was ten.
I didn’t know. I had no idea, no clue.
That’s the biggest regret of my life.
I didn’t know that she had always been mine. Since she was ten and I was fifteen. I was too fucked up, too emotionally stunted to know that.
So I’m not going tofucking relaxnow.
Not until she’s truly and completely mine. By law and in the eyes of God. Not until I have a right to her, to her heart, to her body.
Does it sound archaic? Brutal, uber possessive?
Maybe.
But I don’t care.
