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“I loved her.”
“What did you love about her?” Dillan’s staring at me while Keir asks him the question.
“What are you even doing?” I ask Keir.
“What did you love about her?” Keir asks again, then turns from me to Dillan.
“I loved how compliant she was. She would do anything I said.”
“That’s funny considering she does nothing I tell her,” Keir says, scratching his cheek. “It seems we have met two totally different women …” He pauses. “Do you think you are a pushover, Sailor?”
I focus on Dillan, completely ignoring Keir. “Is that really the only reason you loved me?” I ask him.
“You looked fucking hot.”
Fuck! How could I have loved him?
“What about when I wanted a baby?”
“We tried and it failed. I’m glad it did.” My eyes cast downward. I’m glad now it didn’t work too, but that doesn’t mean the pain is any less. It still hurt like a bitch at the time.
“Do you still love her?” Keir asks, gaining both of our attention. When Dillan doesn’t answer, he pushes again. “Do you?”
Dillan looks at me. “I stopped loving her a long time ago, if I ever did.”
It hurts to hear that. No wife, or ex-wife, wants to hear that told to her face. You keep that shit to yourself.
“So, you don’t care that I fuck her?” Keir pushes.
What the hell is wrong with him?
I stalk away from both of them and head down the alley. I almost get to the end when I hear Keir speak to me, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warns.
“What are you going to do, shoot me?” I laugh and take another step, then I hear Dillan yell, “Whoaaa!” As I turn, I see Keir with a gun in his hand pointed at Dillan’s head. Keir glances over his shoulder at me and smiles before he pulls the trigger.
I wasn’t a good girl before Dillan.
I was a good girl for Dillan.
Before him, I mixed with the wrong crowd, did things I regret. It’s why when a normal man showed interest in me, I changed in order for him to want me.
Maybe I shouldn’t have.
Because look where that’s gotten him.
My hands are at my mouth, and Dillan’s new thing is screaming as she stands covered in his blood.
And Keir? Well, Keir pockets his gun, walks over to me, and leans down so we are face-to-face.
Keir shot him straight between the eyes, and you wouldn’t want to know how much of a mess that makes. But believe me, there’s brain matter and skull pieces everywhere, let alone the blood. Dillan’s lifeless body dropped to the ground like a sack of shit, and his new piece of ass and I stand there mortified while Keir is calm, cool, and collected.
“Guess what this means, lollipop?” I’m still too much in shock to even look at him, my eyes pinned on my dead husband behind him..
Keir shot him.
Straight in the face like he was nothing.
Dillan may be an asshole, but I once loved that man, and he did not deserve to be dead on the ground.
Turning my head, I feel the vomit sneaking its way up to head out of my body, and I manage to miss my expensive shoes as it explodes from my mouth. But I don’t miss Keir’s. He doesn’t seem to care, though, just stays where he is until I manage to stand up tall again.
“You killed him!”
Dillan’s fiancée screams as she stomps her way to Keir and attempts to slap him. She doesn’t get a chance, but she screams at him all the same as he pushes her back, which in turn makes her trip over Dillan’s body and fall to the ground in a pool of his blood.
To say she’s having a bad night would be an understatement.
“Lollipop, guess what that means?” he asks again.
I take a step back from him, not wanting those hands to touch me.
They’ve touched me many times over the last week. But right now, I don’t want that to happen.
“I’m going to send you home, then you’re going to sell that apartment and pay me back.” His words take a while to register, but when they finally do, I look away from Dillan’s lifeless body and his fiancée hovering over him as she sits there and cries.
“W-w-w-what?”
Keir heads to his waiting car but says over his shoulder, “My men will check on you. If you can’t meet the requirement, you’ll meet the same end as your husband.” Then he gets in the car and drives off, leaving me there, with my dead husband and his fiancée.
Once I get my wits about me again, which takes a few minutes, I finally step closer to her and ask, “What’s your name?”
“Ellie,” she says, wiping her nose with the back of her arm. “You’re Sailor.”
I nod at her words.
