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“I can’t…”
“Yeah, I fucking thought so. And to think you’re taking over this fucking circus when the old man croaks. Nice to know you’ll carry on his legacy. Just do me a favor. Don’t ever have fucking kids.”
I push him aside and storm past, skipping down the front steps, then stop at the bottom, turning to him.
“I thought more of you, brother. So much more…”
CHAPTEREIGHT
MORRIGAN
Idrive like a madwoman, swerving through the easing traffic, dinnertime clearing the roads enough that I can overtake left and right as an angry song from a random playlist on my phone reverberates through my speakers. I weave around the cars that honk, a blur of lights around me, my mind too far gone. Heaving breaths make my throat sore, as I blink through the tears of frustration that threaten to cloud my vision.
More honking sounds around me, as tires screech on the asphalt, the sun now a trace of decadent lavender in the sky, the clouds angry on shades of burnt orange. The streets are clearer now, the roads bumpier. I avoid potholes rather than cars, the edge of the city much harsher than the rest. But I don’t care, I just… drive.
The playlist changes. A harsh voice singing in moody modern Blues soothes my ears, but anything beyond that is too far gone. My soul is in flames, my heart broken, and my mind… my mind struggles to find reasons why I should hold back anymore.
Why… why in God’s name am I holding back?
No one but Lulu cares… no one! My fucking parents, my goddamn fucking parents, care only as far as my auction value. If I wouldn’t have met Ryan, if my father wouldn’t have had dealings, or attempts at, with his family, who would I have belonged to now? Who would he have given me to? Sold me to?
“Aaah!!!” My screams get louder as my foot pushes deeper onto the gas pedal, the engine roaring just as angrily as I am. But it’s beyond that… I’m fucking hurt!
Suddenly, the music stops and my phone rings, pulling me out of my rage. As I finally acknowledge my surroundings beyond driving on autopilot, I realize the sun’s traces are almost gone from the sky.Shit…must have been driving for at least an hour. The phone keeps ringing and Ryan’s name flashes on the car screen.
I would let it ring out, but I’m a sucker for pain.
“Yes,” I finally answer.
“Why the fuck aren’t you answering your texts?!” Jesus, he sounds furious.
“Why are you calling me?”
“Excuse me?! You’re my future wife, myfiancée!” Fucking hell, that last word doesn’t spill off his tongue, no… it scrapes its way out of his throat, spits out at me like a medieval weapon only designed for torture. “I don’t need to justify my call. Where are you?!”
“Out.”
“Where?”
“Driving.”
“Get the fuck home, right now,” he seethes.
“No.”
“You fucking bitch, I said get home now, or I swear to God…”
“What? What are you going to do, Ryan?”
“Do not test me. I don’t have time for this. Move your goddamn ass to my house right now.”
“Your house is not my home. And you…youdon’t fucking own me.”
But what follows chills my bones. A maniacal laugh, one that is so familiar it even makes me picture the look in his eyes when those sounds work their way up from deep within his chest. The madness is most visible in these moments, and no matter how clear the vision of him is, I’m glad I’m not there.
“Oh, silly woman, it is your home, no, your house of course. There will be nothing in your name. I’ll make sure the prenup is solid. But more importantly, I own you, all that you are belongs to me, and once we are married… I will have so much more.” His laugh booms through my car, and I swear I can hear unspoken words, secrets… he’s plotting something. “There’s no escape for you.”
“Fuck you!” I spit.
