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Kenny thrashes wildly as Lev’s barely able to hold him back. “You whore! You filthy whore!” he screams, showing me that he hasn’t changed.
Saint’s fists clench by his side as he’s waiting for me to give him a sign, to tell him that it’s okay…to tell him that I’m okay with him being what he is.
“You wanted my cock. You still do. You wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you? You wanted to feel your daddy’s cock deep inside you.”
He is disgusting, and I curl my lip, sickened.
“You arenotmy daddy,” I snarl, squaring my shoulders, not at all intimidated because I am not afraid anymore. The manacles holding me prisoner suddenly snap, releasing me from the shame and guilt that’s weighed me down for years.
And when I see Kenny’s fear, when I witness him cowering because the power he had over me is no more, I nod at Alek because this is the greatest gift anyone could give me. Regardless of who he is, I will never forget this because, in a fucked-up way, he’s right.
This is me taking back my life. Just as he did his.
“You are nothing.” Those are my parting words to Kenny Smith, the last words he will ever hear because Saint swipes the knife Alek holds and drives it straight into Kenny’s heart.
I don’t whimper or cry. I simply stand still, watching the life drain from Kenny. His eyes bulge as he gasps for breath. But it’s in vain because Saint never misses…except for the one time. The time he shot me to save me, just as he’s done time and time again.
Kenny drops to the ground with a thud, and there is no encore. He’s dead. The knife sticking out of his chest is a sure sign of it.
I thought I’d feel something, but I don’t.
The room is silent except for Saint’s heavy breathing. He’s standing over Kenny’s body, looking like he wishes he could kill him again.
Alek clears his throat, as I’m guessing he was not expecting tonight to unravel the way that it did. “Saint—”
But he cuts him off. “I’ve got it.A????, go to your room.” His back is turned, but I don’t need to see him to know this isn’t negotiable. And for once, I do what I’m told.
“Yes,??????.”
Alek’s eyes widen, but our ruse is up. He knows that Saint killed Kenny…for me. He knew that I couldn’t, and he could. And he did. And for that…I love him all the more.
A love-struck Juliet smitten with her bloodstained Romeo.
Many hours have passed since I saw Kenny take his last breath.
Alek escorted me to my room, and I was surprised when he left me alone. I’m guessing he had some business to take care of because one of his men mentioned Chow. They were speaking Russian, so I’m not sure exactly what the business entailed, but I can’t imagine it would be good.
Once I showered and changed, I thought I’d fall into an exhausted heap after the night’s proceedings, but I didn’t. I was charged.
I couldn’t sit still, and I knew why that was.
I needed to see Saint.
Once the house fell quiet, I crept from my room and kept to the shadows, avoiding detection by the cameras by skulking in the black spots. He told me his bedroom was the only room not monitored, which is why I’m sitting on the edge of his bed, biting my nails as I wait for him to return.
I don’t know what I’m going to say to him, but just being in here makes everything better.
When I see a sudoku book on his nightstand, I think back to the island. Things, in an ironic way, were a lot simpler there. I’d give anything for the simplicity of it because here, although I can have any luxury I wish for, there is one thing I can never have.
My freedom.
Even though I was Saint’s prisoner, I never felt that way because how can one be a prisoner when they keep coming back for more?
“A?????”
With the slowest of movements, I lift my eyes to take him in because it feels like a lifetime since I last saw him. The bedside lamp provides hardly any light, but I can see enough. Flecks of blood splatter his handsome face and thick neck, and when I continue downward, I focus on his hands, the hands which ended a monster’s life. They’re clean now, but once upon a time, they were not.
He quickly attempts to wipe away the evidence of where he was, but I jump up and walk over to where he stands, gripping his hands. It’s evident he doesn’t know why I’m here, so he allows me the time to examine him closely.
