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I know the hell he could reap, the absolute abomination of love he professed to give, and know how dirty he plays.
“Y’know, I think I pick option two.”
My resolve is wrought in iron, and my emotions dissolve in the napalm of my building rage as I realise I’ll either go quietly to the grave, or I’ll take my chances and see exactly what Beckett has in store for me.
“What made your mind up?”
I smirk in the face of my grim choices, and while my eyes are still lined with tears, I know there’s only one way for me to go, and I plan to play with fire.
“I’m not ready to die yet.”
Once upon a time, I was.
I would’ve walked into death’s cold embrace and called it home, but not now.
My father’s death breathed a new lease of life into me, and of all the things I should fear, death is the only one that stops me in my tracks.
Now I’ve see that everything I had placed idiotic hope in doesn’t exist, and for that, I’m not done yet. Not by a long shot.
They just don’t know that.
Beckett rubs his jaw as he smiles. “I’ll break you before the six months are even halfway over. You know that, right?”
I nod, allowing that sentiment to nestle into the depths of my consciousness. For what it’s worth, Beckett’s promises are the only ones I’ll hold onto dearly, even when they come with nothing but the dust and ash they’ll disintegrate into.
“I took your place next to your father. I took your birthright. I took the only person who seemed to give a damn about you, and I’ll take every piece of sanity you have.”
“Okay,” I say, my tone dead, as I recognise there is one thing I need to know. “What happened to Andreas?”
“What does it matter?”
I bristle. “It matters to me. He didn’t deserve to be killed.”
“He’s fish food,” Sebastian cuts in. “Benny got rid of him about an hour after he was pronounced DOA.”
Beckett sighs heavily, clearing his throat.
“Nothing outside of this room matters anymore, Natalia.”
But so much still matters, and it shows when a tear leaks from the corner of my eyes, the reality becoming too much. Between my aching head and the harsh deal I’ve been given, I’m struggling to keep my heartless demeanour under lock and key.
Beckett stuns me by catching the tear, the pad of his thumb stroking the salty water into my skin.
“Crying will get you nowhere, but it’s good to know you know your place now.”
I roll my eyes, trying in vain to stop the tears. “Hard not to when you’ve kidnapped me.”
It should’ve been illegal for Beckett to look so devilishly handsome with the wicked grin he presents my way, but it isn’t, and my heart ebbs painfully in the confines of my ribcage.
“Should’ve killed me when you had your chance, darling girl.”
He leans in, his hand still cupping my tear-streaked face while his lips come closer to my other cheek, our bodies now a hair’s breadth apart, and a shudder ripples through my body. I know he notices, causing him to lean in closer.
“Would’ve been the perfect way to go,” he murmurs, sensually into my ear. “Now’s my turn to repay the honour.”
“When?” I ask, knowing full well he’ll never set an exact date.
“I’ll make it a lot like Andreas’s death. When you least expect it. Now, get some rest. You took a pretty nasty hit to the head.”
