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I was feeling quite proud of myself when we neared the backdoor. Though Enzo’s face was set into a customary scowl, he hadn’t made any inappropriate comments or attempted to grab me. I was mentally giving myself a pat on my back when his hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him.
Oh hell no.
His lips moved to my neck, brushing against my skin as he spoke.
“You’re so beautiful. So perfect. You’ve been driving me crazy, girl. I know you feel the tension too.”
What I felt was the irresistible urge to stab him in his tic-tac sized balls.
So I did just that. Barely processing what I was doing, I lifted my foot and slammed it into his nut sack. Did I feel guilty? No. I was a certified ball cruncher, at least according to Ronan and Ryder (I may have accidentally hit a Rager in the nuts with a pan).
Feeling slightly triumphant, especially when he keeled over in pain, I grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.
“Don’t ever fucking touch me without my permission again. For that matter, don’t ever touch another girl again.” Releasing the pathetic creature, I smiled down at him malevolently. I felt...wicked, as if I had finally found my element and that element was kicking a guy in the balls. Did that make me a psychopath? Maybe.
“If you tell anyone about this, I will hunt you down and kill you.”
Groaning, he sputtered, “You wouldn’t.”
“No?” I feigned innocence, blinking my eyelids. “I have enough money to buy myself an alibi. And I am sick of putting up with filth like you.”
With that, I stormed towards my room.
My heart was beating erratically, threatening to break free from my chest. Had I really just done that? Had I really just said that?
Who was this girl, and what happened to the shy, timid Adelaide?
I couldn’t say that I minded the transformation. I was done being weak and fragile. I wasn’t glass that could shatter anymore.
I told myself that I was stronger, better. I told myself I could deal with the consequences of my actions.
I just hoped that wasn’t a lie.
* * *
Ryder
I parked my car a little way down the street, out of sight from my destination.
My hands were pale where they gripped the steering wheel - pale for me at least - and I could feel sweat beading my forehead.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this.
Actually, I could believe it. It was time that I finally put an end to things.
Throwing my jacket on, I marched through the high weeds and decaying flowers. It was apparent that the owner had lacked in the grounds’ up-keeping. The house itself, made up of chipped yellow paint and unwashed windows, stood perniciously in the darkness. It was a house that held bad memories; a house that would forever haunt my dreams.
I hadn’t bothered to tell the others about my little trip. Ronan would shit bricks if he discovered where I was heading, and the rest would quite literally murder the person inside if I told them the reason why I was here in the first place.
I shoved my hands into my pocket, half to ward off the frigid chill and half to keep from strangling the home’s occupant, and rang the doorbell with my elbow.
It only took a few moments for the door to open and for a familiar girl to stand in the entryway.
“Ryder!” she cooed, throwing her arms around me. I stiffened under her toxic touch but didn’t dare pull away. No, it was smarter if I pretended to play nice, at least for the moment.
Elizabeth looked as if she had just woken up. Her black hair, like onyx stones, hung just past her waist. She wore a skimpy nightgown and a translucent robe that indicated she must’ve been sleeping...or pleasing someone. When her eyes feasted on me, she pushed her chest out and flittered her eyelashes.
She was beautiful, I would give her that, but I much preferred brunettes.
