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Please let her be okay.
Please don’t make me lose her after all we’ve been through.
I’m praying to a god I don’t believe in for a miracle, because I know I won’t survive losing her.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
MIA
I’m frozen in place. I need to move. I need to do something. But I’m stuck staring into the eyes of the man who took my freedom from me, the one who has every intention of doing that again.
The guard groans in the front seat, but out of all of us, he’s the only one that was wearing a seat belt, so I can’t imagine he’s as hurt as Kyle is.
Kyle’s shoulder is out of place, his head is bleeding from where he must have hit it during the accident, and his eyes are heavy, like he’s struggling to keep them open despite the anger staring back at me.
He’s in no position to hurt me, and that allows me a moment to breathe.
“Get us the fuck out of here,” Kyle demands, and my breath stutters in my chest.
The words take a moment to sink in, as if it never occurred to me that the crash wouldn’t total the car and they’d still be able to get me out of the city.
“The steering column is shot, we’re not going anywhere in this car.”
As calmly as I can manage, I reach for a piece of broken glass on the seat beside me. If he catches me, I’ll be in for a world of hurt I’m sure not even I can imagine, but I have to try. I have to do something to stop this from happening.
I refuse to remain a bystander in my own life.
I refuse to let men who wish me harm to rule my life.
And I refuse to go back to being the perfect little doll they trained me to be.
I take a deep breath, forcing my hands to steady around the glass. It bites into my palm, and the pain allows me to ground myself. To remind myself why I have to do this. After all I’ve been through, I deserve to choose my path, and I have no qualms killing the asshole who started this journey for me. I’ll never miss a wink of sleep.
I swallow past the lump in my throat, and then I force my aching body to move. I’m going to be feeling that accident for a while, but at least I won’t be recovering from it in a tiny room on a mattress on the floor, not if I have anything to say about it.
Kyle notices my movement and turns his attention to me, but it’s too late. I slam the glass shard into his throat before I can think better of it, before he can stop me, and before my body can protest against the movement.
The shard slices through his skin with ease, almost so much so that I question my own strength, and his eyes turn wide as he stares at me like he can’t believe I’ve done it.
I reach for another piece of glass and slam it into the other side of his neck, watching as blood drips from the wounds I’ve inflicted, and there’s a sick sense of satisfaction knowing I’ll be the last person he sees as he takes his final breaths.
The guard is too busy trying to free himself from his seat belt to pay us any mind, and although Kyle is sputtering as he tries to breathe through the blood that drips from the corners of his mouth, he seems oblivious to it.
I lean forward, my wrists still bound by the zip ties that slice into me painfully, but the pain only fuels me. “You will never hurt another woman,” I say quietly, my voice coming out even and clear despite how hard my heart beats in my chest. “You’re going to die for your sins, for every woman you hurt, for every human being you sold like fucking cattle. You’re going to drown in your own blood, and I’m going to watch every second of it to make sure you never have the chance to hurt anyone else.”
He tries to speak, but he can’t force the words out, and that only makes my smile grow. Maybe I am just as crazy as Tommy and Ace turned out to be, but I don’t care. I only wish I could drag out his pain, that I could make him feel an ounce of what he’s inflicted on others during his miserable existence.
“Hey, what the fuck?” The guard finally notices us, and I lift my gaze to meet his, not bothering to wipe the smile from my face.
I swipe another piece of glass from the seat beside me, not even flinching as it digs into my palm and blood weeps from the wound. “There’s no saving him, the glass is lodged in his carotid artery, and I intend to let him die slowly and painfully. But you don’t have to meet the same fate.” Even as the words leave my mouth, I know Ace won’t let him live for the part he’s played in this, but at least I won’t have his blood on my hands. I feel no guilt for killing Kyle, just the same way I wouldn’t care if I killed every single man that ever touched me without my permission, but I’d rather not have the death of a man who only threw me over his shoulder and carted me out of an apartment on my conscience.
He glances between me and Kyle, weighing up his options, before he reaches for the door handle, exactly as I suspected he would.
I tear my eyes from his retreating form and look down at my blood-stained hands. The crimson is a stark contrast on my skin, but I don’t allow myself to lose myself in it, not when I have to make sure Kyle dies.
I look up at him, and a smile tips up the corners of my lips at the blood staining the front of his shirt. It’s really flowing now, and the life is beginning to drain from his eyes.
“Did you ever think one of the girls you trained would be the one to end your life?” I muse as I reach forward and tear his shirt open. The buttons fly across the wrecked car, but I’m too focused on the task at hand to care.
