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"Didn't you already give her a ring?" Saul asks me and I laugh.
"I did. I assume she sold it already, to get ready for her new life. The one she thinks she's going to lead without me. But she couldn't be more wrong, because I'm never going to give up on her."
I'll keep going until I find her. Until I bruise her tiny little throat between my fingers, and tell her she belonged to me all along.
"You're just as obsessed as you were eighteen years ago," Saul shakes his head with disappointment. "I thought by now, you'd be over her. That we would have some other women that would interest you, that you would spend time with or at least try to get to know."
"There is no one else who interests me besides Tallulah, and that should be clear by now," I hiss. "I have no intention of ever giving up on her or giving up on this chase."
"But to what end?" Saul demands. "Why are you doing this? What are you hoping to get out of this?"
"You know I need a baby," I say firmly. "You know I need to have a son, one who's going to take over this business when I retire."
"You're a bit old to only be thinking of that now," Saul reminds, me which gets another chuckle out of me.
"I have to say I'm liking the way you stand up to me lately," I say with a smile. "I suppose it is hard to stand up to me. But it's nice to see you got some balls on you, Saul. I've been starting to doubt you these past few years."
"Anyway..." He narrows his eyes at me. "What you're saying is, there is no way we can convince you to give up the search for Tallulah, is there?"
"No," I reply firmly. "I'm never going to give up. I'm going to keep going after her until I cage her and put her back where she belongs."
AfterIhavedinnerby myself in the office, I start getting tired and admit to myself it's time for me to go to bed. But as I walk over to my bedroom, I purposefully avoid the door leading into my quarters. Instead, I open the one leading into Tallulah's room.
No one's touched anything since I was last here. And once again, my legs are carrying me over to the underwear drawer, and I stuff my pockets with her lacy panties. They all smell like her.Everythingin here smells like her.
If the dogs could, they'd spend all day in Tallulah's bedroom. But this is now a sacred space. Until I find her, I'm going to treat it as such.
I end up getting in her bed with her lingerie strewn around me. I inhale her scent and stare at the ceiling, wondering how the fuck a little girl like her got such a hold on me.
Once again, my hand finds my cock and I begin massaging the throbbing mess through those silky back boxers I put on after my shower.
I need to get off again. I've never been a man who was easily pleased, but ever since Tallulah disappeared, this need to hurt, to hunt, to kill, has been haunting me. And if I don't get it sated soon, I'm going to lose my fucking mind.
My cock bursts with a shot of cum as I bring myself to another throbbing orgasm.
This time, I don't toss the panties away. I fold them right next to me and stare at them as I slowly drift off to sleep.
Once again, my dreams are plagued by the characters who have shaped my life into the mess it currently is. Antonio is there, demanding to know why I killed him. Why I sacrificed an innocent life.
All for Tallulah, who turned out to be the deadliest of all of the people I associate with. After all, she's one the only one who got close to hurting me. And she did a damn good job. I'm almost proud of her.
But in my dreams, it doesn't seem that way. Antonio and Tallulah attack me and my brother, Xander, is there, too, always watching.
His throne sits above the rest of us. And he watches us with disgust. I can tell this is all just a game to him. And when I wake up the next morning sweating and confused, I already know.
One way or another, Xander is going to be the one to end this game once and for all.
Chapter 8
TALLULAH
It'sthemiddleofthe night when I first hear the screams.
They must be coming from downstairs. At first I mistake them for just the sound of the wind blowing through the damaged house. But then another one happens, and then a child begins to cry. I rip myself out of bed. I try to rouse my roommate, Maria, to get her to come with me.
She yawns and looks up at me, her eyes wide and frightened.
"What's going on?" she asks in Spanish.
