Page 50 of Cursed to Be Mine
His girl?
“I’m…sorry,” Daniel whimpers as his eyes roll back into his head. “I didn’t know...she was…”
Khalid laughs, the noise piercing my stomach.
Slamming his knife into the wall beside me, he then grabs Daniel’s chin in his free hand and turns his head to face his. Humor fills my neighbors eyes, but it is far from easy. “Do you think,” he says slowly, a vicious draw to his words, “that I would treat my girl like this?”
He nods at me hanging in the air, unable to move. My heart runs too fast to stay in my chest. My fingers twist beside me, but my arms stay still. Locked and caged under his spell.
“That I would hurt her? Just for having a bad taste in…garbage?” He hisses that last word with a derision that slices apart my pounding heart.
“No,” he says softly, strongly as his fingers tighten on Daniel’s chin. “No, thisbitchisn’t my girl.”
My eyes widen as a scream breaks through my lips.
Scarlett. He’s talking about fucking Scarlett.
All the little pieces slam together. How every timehe smiled at me, my daughter was behind me. How he was washing his car so he could get a better view of her. How he knew where her room was despite never being in the house. How he came over just to see her, leaving when she did…
“If you touch her –” I start, not flinching when his eyes turn to me. “I’ll kill you.”
He drops Daniel’s chin to grab his knife from out of the wall. All humor gone, he plunges the blade into the side of Daniel’s neck and jerks it forward, ripping vocal chords, arteries, and bone. A fountain of red sprays across my body.
“You let this piece of shit touch her. You let himchokeher. And now you will learn what happens when anyone hurts my girl.”
Daniel’s body drops to the ground, and Khalid runs the knife across my chin.
I glare at him, refusing to give him any satisfaction in killing me.
“Fuck you,” I seethe.
A smile curls his lips, as dark as his eyes. Reaching into a pocket, he pulls out a bullet and holds it up to my face.
“Curse me all you want. But you will die for your sins.”
My eyes pound with the blood in my veins.
Freezes with it too.
I know that bullet.
I use them in my Sig.
The one I aimed at Scarlett.
“You would have killed her tonight,” he says, his words colder than the knowledge suffocating me, “if I had not arrived in time to grab this out of the chamber.”
It heats in between his fingers, the metal glowing hot.
I thrash around frantically inside the binds of my prison. But my body doesn’t move. My head doesn’t twist as he lifts it to my eye.
“You fired your own bullet,” he says, then plunges it deep into my socket.
Fourteen
HIM
I want to take my time with her. I want to punish her correctly for her sins, but the sun will be rising soon, her driver will arrive soon after, and the things I want to do can’t be hidden under a werewolf attack. Wolves can’t wield magic, can’t keep healing their prey so they can carve into them over and over and over again.
