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Because he was mine as much as I was his. I cared more she had threatened his life than she had threatened mine.
It’s a flimsy line to walk, and yes, I killed someone over it, over him.
But I never claimed to be one of the good guys.
Embrace the darkness.
Tate glanced uninterested in the gun and launched himself over Maddie’s body at Emrick. I fired, an explosion of red ripped from his shoulder as the bullet hit his back. But he didn’t stop, and Tate and Emrick fell together, wrestling with each other on the carpet.
Tate managed to get hold of Emrick and threw him into the wall. I screamed as the wall caved in where he landed, the plaster and brick crumbling over him as he hit the floor. Firing another shot at Tate, this one went through his leg, but he still didn’t stop. He stormed over to me, snatching the gun from my hand and released the clip before tossing it across the room. With a backhanded slap that held more strength than I was prepared for, I hit the floor. Sitting up, I shuffled backward away from the fight as Emrick and Tate collided again, two unstoppable forces meeting. Each punch was delivered with the intent to get the upper hand in order to kill, and Emrick’s face was a bloody mess that matched Tate’s within minutes.
Searching desperately around the room with my eyes for something I could use to help, I grabbed a bottle of vodka from the bedside table. Breaking it over Tate’s head, he roared in rage, turning and shoving me away from him, knocking me off my feet again.
Emrick’s face darkened, and he growled at Tate, picking him up and holding him over his head. With three struggling steps trying to keep hold of Tate’s body, twisting in his grip, Emrick moved toward the window.
The window shattered, the wooden frame splintering as Emrick threw Tate through the glass. Pushing myself to my feet, I rushed across the room, coming up next to Emrick as he collapsed to his knees. Leaning out the window, I withdrew my hand sharply, cradling it against my chest after I cut myself on a shard of glass before looking down to the street.
Three stories.
The fall wouldn’t kill him, but it should certainly injure him enough to incapacitate him for a while.
Yet when I looked, he was pushing himself to his feet, his movement not appearing hindered by any injury. Tate stared up at me, those yellow eyes blazing in the night as onlookers backed away from him.
Spitting at the entrance to the building, Tate shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away, disappearing into the night.
Kneeling next to Emrick, I cradled his face in my hands, assessing his injuries.
“Are you okay?”
In response, Emrick spat a mouthful of blood onto the carpet. “I will be. Tate?”
I shook my head. “He left.” Glancing up at the blanket of the night sky out the window, I turned back to Emrick. “It’s not over, is it?”
Emrick tilted his head toward the window. “No, it’s not over. He’ll come back.” With a grunt, he heaved himself to his feet, and I hated the blood that caked his face. I wanted to kill Tate for what he had done, so I couldn’t imagine the rage that Emrick was feeling, but he kept his expression impassive and stared out the broken window. “And I’ll be ready for him when he does.”
EMRICK
She was a natural.
Cara had embraced the darkness, and she was incredible.
The clean-up crew came in and got rid of Maddie’s body. A shot to the neck, I hadn’t expected that. I thought Maddie and Cara were close, but apparently Maddie had motivations that were shallower than Cara had hoped of her. Foolish, and I wondered where this persistent part of her that always tried to see the best in people came from. Human nature, perhaps. I thought I’d need to comfort Cara after the death of her friend, but instead, I found a new layer of darkness in her eyes.
Should I feel guilty for being the one to bring it out in her? She had spent so long trying to keep it down, but she was embracing it now because of me. So I felt no guilt.
Hell, before the crew even came in, she had dragged me into the bathroom, and we fucked in the shower,hard. My blood from my injuries, still slower to heal than they used to be, washed over our bodies as I took her. I ignored the pain, embraced it, as my body objected to being put to use so soon after the fight. I still lifted her against the cold tiles and sunk my cock into her tight cunt. She took everything I had to give and more, and the shower was able to wash away the additional blood after I bit into her neck.
She was almost perfect.
Now I only needed to get her used to me fucking her ass as hard as I did her little cunt.
Thenshe’d be perfect.
There were already cops under my payroll. Of course, there had to be to look the other way. But I needed more. Cara pushed me to pay a few bribes to get some of them on my good side, and thanks to Tate’s suggestion, I used the police resources to conduct background checks on all my employees.
Only three people needed to be fired due to previous connections to the Murphy family—no loss. Even if they had no intention of doing anything, after Tate, I couldn’t take another risk. Cara shot one of them in the foot when they started getting angry about it.
Damn, she was really embracing this shit. It was like a light switch had been flicked inside her, and the moment she decided she was no longer going to fight this part of herself, she just morphed into this twisted woman. How she even hid it for as long as she did, I had no idea. She was the sort of person I’d have tried to help in the old days as a Watcher, but those days were gone, and I liked her how she was, fucked-up tendencies and all.
