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“Oh, Alyssa,” he sighed; the smile on his face terrified her. “I can’t do that. I’m sorry, bitch, but you’re not going anywhere.”
She turned her hand, showing him the phone. “Dad will be here soon, Harvey,” she warned him. “And Raeg. Do you really want to have to deal with them? You don’t want to.”
His eyes narrowed on her, fury flushing his face.
“I was so close to not even needing you anymore,” he informed her, his voice lowering, as though that would save him.
“Harvey, just let me leave—”
“Let you leave? You fucking whore,” he snarled. “I put up with six years of marriage to you, letting you sleep in that cold little bed of yours, listening to you whimper and whine at night for your lost lovers. For what? What did I gain from it?”
What the hell was he supposed to gain from it anyway?
“I didn’t promise you anything.” Dropping the overnight bag, she backed into the living room. “You begged me to marry you, not the other way around.”
“You coldhearted little cunt,” he hissed. “If I had time I’d spread you out and fuck you like a real man instead of one that needs his cousin’s help. But then you don’t know what being fucked by one man feels like, do you?”
Just a few more minutes, she told herself as he advanced on her. Just a few more minutes.
“Why are you doing this?” she cried out. “You know Dad will kill you. If you lay a hand on me, he’ll kill you.”
“He’ll be too busy grieving for you.” He was on her before she could evade him.
As he jerked her to him with one hand the other moved in a wide arc. A second later, Alyssa stiffened, a cry falling from her lips as she felt overwhelming agony pierce her side, ripping through flesh and burying deep.
Shocked, she stared up at him, the betrayal so shocking she didn’t know what to say, what to do.
“I tried to help you, Harvey,” she whispered, the feel of the knife lodged between her ribs agonizing. “Why? I tried to help you.”
“Because I didn’t need your help, you fucking little bitch,” he snarled. “I never needed it. And now, all you can offer me is the life insurance policy I put on you. I’m not here, remember? Looks like you surprised a thief instead.”
And was he so insane that he didn’t know Raeg would record every word caught on the line? This was Raeg’s job. Security. Anything that would affect his boss. And the panic mode on her phone wasn’t just answered by Raeg or her father, but it automatically recorded everything.
“You won’t get a penny,” she promised, fighting to breathe as he released her.
The strength left her immediately.
Sinking to the floor, Alyssa lay there, her fingers holding to the phone so tight that when Harvey tried to pry it from her, he cursed her. As he straightened, his foot landed in her arm before he turned and left, slamming the door behind him.
Alyssa lay there, feeling her blood ease from where the knife had penetrated her flesh. It hurt. It hurt so bad. It was so unexpected. She’d never imagined Harvey could become so angry. And she didn’t understand why he was so angry.
Breathing was so hard. The slight sound of dampness with each breath wasn’t a good thing, she knew. Just as she knew she was dying. Just as she’d felt her baby’s life bleed from her, she could feel her own bleeding away as well.
She’d hurt worse in her life, though. This pain wasn’t nearly as bad as the pain she’d felt when she’d lost her little boy. But she was just as cold, just as terrified. And just as out of it as she had been then, because she swore she felt Shane and Sebastian there with her. Their warmth, their rage spilling into her.
They were there, their promise no longer broken. Bound to her, as she was bound to them. Their souls reaching out to touch.
She smiled at the fanciful thought. Perhaps delusions were common before death. Because they were inside her senses so clear. So clear she could hear Sebastian’s voice.
’Lyssa? Sleepy and a bit confused.
“I love you, Goofy,” she whispered, needing the warmth, needing the comfort. “Don’t let me die alone, Sebastian. Don’t leave me alone.”
Rage exploded through her. Warmth surrounded her and fury rushed over her senses like a wave, striking at her, fueling her own.
Don’t you leave me, siren. You will not leave me.
Why did she feel that? What was it about death that made a person long for the one thing she knew wasn’t real? Because his voice wasn’t really there. Their warmth wasn’t really wrapping around her, shielding her, demanding she live.
