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Deadly(15)



I roll my shoulders, trying to distinguish the anger still boiling under the surface of the façade I’m putting on for Cereus. He was local and easy to get alone once the barmaid pointed him out to me. I’d sent Cereus out shopping for a winter wardrobe, we both wanted to go somewhere where winter was the prime season. The dead fuck in the bathroom was my parting gift to her and if everything worked out right Georgina’s death would be mine from her.




I come to to the sound of Cereus calling my name. She’s carrying shopping bags and scowling at me. “I hate shopping,” she rumbles.

“Whereas I…” Georgina points to herself and grabs the bags from Cereus, “…Love it, hence why we got lots of great stuff.” She was chipper for someone who wasn’t invited to move with us, unless Cereus had invited her?

“Take that shit back to the bedroom and put it in a suitcase,” I bark at her, making her flinch and rush down the corridor to Cereus’ bedroom.

“What’s eating you? I’m the one who’s been tortured for the last five hours.”

I smile down at her bruise-free face. “Actually,” I push the door open to the left of her, “he was the one tortured.”

Her head slowly turns to the open door, her mouth dropping open as she takes in the scene before her. “Who is that?” Anyone else would have retched going in there but not my dark princess.

“That’s the fucker who hit you.” I grab her face in my palms. “You don’t lie to me… ever.” I shove her away from me letting her think I’m mad at her, and I was at first but I can’t stay mad at her.

“How did you find out?” she questions, again taking in the scene, blood coating every inch of the tiled room. I’d lost myself to the rage and literally cut him limb from limb.

I pin her against the wall. Blood taints her hair and clothes. “You should have told me but despite me not wanting her around at first it turns out that Georgie respects me more than you do.”

I’m pushed back, her weight wasn’t strong enough to shift me but I pretend I am letting her loose. I follow her small frame darting through the villa into her room. She leaps onto Georgina, knocking her down on the bed. Her eyes expand with shock when Cereus straddles her, her small hands wrapping around her neck and throttling her. “You fucker, you fucker!” she snarls as Georgina thrashes beneath her. Her arms flay as the blood vessels pop in her eyes. Cereus lets out a loud screech and climbs off her.

Disappointing!

Georgina tries to get up but a fist to the temple from a Cereus knocks her out cold.

“She can’t come with us Cereus,” I warn her.

“Get out, I don’t want to talk to you right now,” she snaps.

I’m going to have to do the thing I didn’t want to do.





PRESENT DAY

I’m starving, how long have we been in here?

The door opens and the fat jerk walks in and drops a can of soda in front of me. “Thought you might be thirsty.”

“Why are you even holding us?”

“Who is the ‘us’ you’re referring to?” he asks looking around the room.

“You know I’m not here my sweet, sweet Cereus.”

My throat constricts and the world around me distorts. So much blood, warm and alive in my hands holding over the wound as it seeps from the man I love. My mind traces back to the night, the night my life ended and the dream realm claimed me forever.

I thought I was safe, encompassed by the darkness, slave to its draw but I was just like our many victims, I was drowning in it.

Pain cripples me; my heart cracks with every breath I take – every breath that’s not accompanied by his.

I was always just one soul pleading for another and now I’m alone again, lost.

…Remember

I try to navigate my way through the haze of muddled thoughts to take me back to that night.





TWO DAYS AGO

The floor is cold when I slip from the bed but the fire inside me is too hot to care, I pad across the room and open the door further.

Grunts and skin slapping against skin assaults my ears.

… NO

My hands shake uncontrollably; I’ve never felt this kind of dark anger so intense inside me before, I crave the sight of blood to bathe the anger in. My heart drums a war beat with each pad of my foot towards Ryan’s room. Pushing the door open wide, I berate myself for waking up, for having to discover this betrayal. Wishing there was a way of protecting my heart from what it is witnessing.

I can practically taste the vile smell of sweaty sex and the familiar twang of blood in the air. She’s on her knees like a good little girl, her head buried down into the mattress as her pert ass, red with handprints is being fucked hard by the man I love.