“Ahhh, Eli, yes. He did well.”
Rage almost explodes inside of me, and I clench my teeth. “I will fucking kill you, you cunt.”
“You were only supposed to kill her, Hell. I pushed her right into your hands. When you chose your dick over your commitments, I let it ride out a little bit. Can you blame me? You shouldn’t have been so blind.”
I close my eyes, trying to breathe through the shit swirling through my insane mind.
“Now bring her to me.”
“Get fucked,” I bark.
“You cannot protect her, Hell; she killed a member of the Shadow’s, and you are to carry out the hit. Rules are rules.”
I roar and launch my phone against the pavement, shattering it to pieces. I turn quickly, peering through the window again until I see Noir laughing at Blush dancing, so carefree and pretty.
My Little Dolly.
My jaw clenches, my thoughts a mess as I question my morals, my feelings for her, who I am, who I will be, and where I go from here. The one woman I actually give a fuck about, the one who has made me utterly obsessed, is the same woman I am supposed to kill.
The lines between right and wrong blur, and I am left standing in the middle, torn between my loyalty to the Shadow’s and my addiction for Noir. Not knowing what to do, I turn around, heading for my bike. I wait for a while in the shadow’s and when I see her get into a cab with Blush, I head back to Oddity.
I wake up in the morning, stretching my arms above my head with a yawn. I glance around the dark room to see Hell isn’t here still. When I came back last night, he was missing. I tried to stay awake as long as I could, but the alcohol was too strong and won. I throw the duvet off me before getting up, walking to the bathroom to release my full bladder.
When I am finished, I head back to the bedroom, throwing on some clothes and shoes. Once ready, I go to the door, opening it and head downstairs until I spot Soul and Wrath seated at the table.
I pause and look between them both as their eyes meet mine. “Where’s Hell?” I ask, curiously.
Wrath’s jaw is set tight as he looks away and Soul answers, “I think he’s in the woods.”
I eye him suspiciously before giving a small nod and then I leave the trailer.
As I stride through the dense forest, it’s early and foggy. The sky is a gloomy gray, and the air is cold. My thoughts drift to last night, to how Hell fucked me in a way that set my entire being ablaze. It was so passionate that I could hardly breathe. The memory of those soft strokes, how deeply he embedded himself inside me, the weight of his heavy body on top of mine, and those intoxicating neck kisses linger in my mind.
Fuck. I’m falling for him way too hard. He solidified it for me at that moment. I couldn’t help but cry. I have never been fucked with love. It took me to a different universe when I came.
Once I reach close to Hell’s underground chamber, I notice the doors are wide open. I trail along the field, eager to see him, but also curious about why he didn’t come back last night. I stare down the dark hole in the ground before finally, slowly descending the steps. When I reach the bottom, I see right away that the door at the furthest end of the passageway is wide open—a room I haven’t been inside before. I take cautious steps forward until I am walking past the threshold.
As soon as I enter the dimly lit space, there is a huge pinboard in front of me, full of photos of all different people that lure my attention. I continue with gradual steps until I stop, my eyes scanning over all the faces, none I recognize until suddenly I am drawn to one in the middle. My breath catches in my throat, staring at it with wide eyes.
My hand shakily reaches out until my fingers are softly brushing over it. Pinching it, I pull it away from the pinboard and gaze down at myself through blurred vision, confused.
“Do you know her?”
My body jumps so much that I almost leap off the ground at the sound of Hell’s voice behind me. As I spin around to face him, I see that he is sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, shrouded in the darkness, only his menacing outline and spiral glowing orbs visible. Tears stream from my eyes, I can’t help it and I swallow hard.
“No, who is she?” I try to say confidently, although my body is trembling, and my heart is pounding.
He gently stands, and I watch his every move as he stalks toward me, gradually emerging from the shadows until he is entirely in my space. His eyes scrutinize my features before he takes the photo from my hand.
“She killed my cousin,” he responds in an eerily calm manner.
My eyes expand, and I shake my head once. “What?” I manage to whisper, feeling my anxiety peaking.
He walks around me, sizing me up, but I try to keep my cool around his threatening aura. “She killed my cousin, Haze, Noir.”
My chest tightens like nothing I have ever felt before and my eyes close, more tears dripping down my cheeks.
“What happened?” I murmur, trying to do anything I can to delay what is about to transpire.
