Page 12 of Bone's Destiny

Two: my wife could take my son and leave me, which scared me the most. I couldn’t live without Lady M. She made my worst days bearable simply with her kisses. But no woman would put up with this kind of drama and constant reminder of the night our lives changed forever.

When I killed the engine, I heard wailing and shouting.Fuck!I pushed the kickstand out, ran toward the front door of my and Lady M’s home, and burst into the living room. If that bitch had hurt my family, I would end her.

“You fucking whore! You’re nothing but a jealous witch!” Lady M screamed. “He don’t want you.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Rage exploded in me when my gaze landed on my wife’s blood-soaked arm. She’d been stabbed.

“Ben,” Lady M whimpered when she saw me. She was backed into a corner with Abe in her arms. His terrified screams set me off, along with the blood smeared across the wall.

“I will kill you!” I roared and charged toward the bitch holding a knife pointed at my family. I tackled her to the ground, grabbed her wrist, and squeezed it with all my strength. A clanging rang in my ears when the knife hit the wooden floor.

“Let me go!” Ellie yelled.

“Like hell, I will. You have no business being here!”

“The hell I don’t. I brought Micah to see his daddy.”

“Oh my God! You don’t care about that baby,” Lady M said with disgust in her voice. “All you’re doing is using him to hurt Ben and me.”

“I want what’s mine,” Ellie seethed.

“Ben is mine.” My wife bounced Abe on her hip, rubbing his back and kissing his head. Her attempt at calming him did nothing. My son was hysterical, along with my other son wailing from the car seat. This situation was fucked up.

Ellie and I struggled on the floor, each trying to get the upper hand. I despised the damn bitch. If Lady M and my sons weren’t in the room, I’d choke the life out of her.

“You chose wrong, Ben!” Ellie grabbed for my hair and kicked like a wild, pissed-off bucking horse.

I gasped when her foot grazed my dick. “Motherfucker!” I fought back with a vengeance, no longer being Mr. Nice Guy. We hit the coffee table and knocked over the lamp. Every noise bounced off the walls. But my sons’ cries crashed through the chaos and pierced my ears. I needed to put a stop to the madness before someone got hurt.

“Ben, be careful. She’s out of her mind and on something,” Lady M cried. “Crank probably, no good addict!”

“Shut your goddamn mouth, you man stealer!” Ellie clawed at my face. “He’s mine!”

“The fuck I am, you crazy bitch. I never wanted you.” I hated that I’d been with Ellie. At the time, she was a dirty fuck, nothing more. If I’d known the lengths she’d go to be with me, I would’ve never dipped my dick in her toxic pussy. A little too late for regrets. There she was, definitely on something that gave her superhuman strength. It couldn’t be crank, as Lady M suggested. Ellie had taken angel dust, PCP. I’d experienced her dominating tendencies in the bedroom and her willingness to do everything. I knew she lied about stopping because of the baby. She hadn’t changed at all.

My sons’ shrieking drove me to fight with everything I had to protect them. “I’m taking him, and I want you gone.”

“Never! He’s mine! I will be a thorn in all your sides for the rest of your lives, Ben Knight. You will be as miserable as me. You will regret the day you chose her over me!”

“Ben, watch out!” Lady M screamed.

I saw the broken picture frame heading for my face. I grabbed Ellie’s wrist to stop her. She managed to get out from under me and was wild, flailing her limbs and screaming. The bitch was psychotic, like a madwoman.

“If I can’t have you, she can’t either,” she growled and bit my neck. The rabid animal dug her teeth into my flesh.

“Goddamn it,” I yelled, feeling blood. She was close to my jugular. “Lady M,” I gasped. “Love you, baby. Get out. Save yourself and my sons.” I pulled Ellie’s hair, ripping sections from her scalp, but she would not release me.

“No!” My woman ran toward us with the knife that had fallen. She stabbed Ellie repeatedly in the back, but she kept at me as if she didn’t feel the pain, a side effect of PCP.

“Get off him!” Lady M grunted each time the knife punctured Ellie and blood sprayed, covering us.

Ellie released my neck and collapsed on my chest. She gurgled, and blood trickled out of her mouth. I squirmed to get out from under her.

“Baby, stop,” I croaked. “She’s dead, Margaret. She’s dead.” I pressed my hand to my neck.

My wife froze with the knife above her head. The sound of my boys’ cries brought her back to the present, and she dropped the knife.

“Oh my God.” She fell back, scrambling away. “What… What have I… What have I done…” She covered her mouth, her eyes wild and filled with instant remorse.

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