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“Fuck!” I cry out. The heaviness of his still-warm body crushes me under him. I try to push him off even though it’s impossible. He’s too heavy. So fucking heavy.
“Get him off!” I screech as I feel his blood flowing on my naked body. “Sam! Get him off me, you piece of shit! You fuckingpsychopath!”
He stays quiet, watching me with his gun by his side, a silencer attached to the end of it.
Scratch that, he isn’t watching me. He’s looking at Simon’s dead body with a twisted smirk on his face.
I start shaking, going into complete shock while I fight with my whole strength to try and slide that corpse off me.
“Please,pleaseget him off me. I’m gonna pass out!” Not only because he’s crushing my chest and making it practically unbearable for my lungs to take in oxygen but also because he was alive a minute ago and is now completely dead. A dead body touching me. Dead yet so warm.
“Lik!” I try. “Fuckingdosomething.”
“Do you know how many men I’ve killed for you, Rose?” Sam’s voice is emotionless, and it’s utterly terrifying.
“Get him off me. Get himoff me!!” I shout.
“You should answer the question, princess.” Lik is so calm. How can he be so calm?
“I don’t know,” I cry out. “Please…”
“Eighteen,” Sam answers.
Eighteen?!
It’s like he’s got a direct line to my thoughts. “Yeah. That’s including whoever the fuck that was.”
Lik’s body appears next to Sam, his face grave, noticeably disappointed.
“Another soul left this earth to pay for your mistakes,” Sam explains dryly.
“What mistakes?!” I shriek. I’m shaking harshly, but my body can barely move with the heaviness of Simon on me. “Get him off.”
Get him off. Get him off.I chant on repeat. Every second that passes, the body loses its warmth and I feel his death too close to me. It’s like an infectious disease, seeping into my bones and contaminating me. The essence of death running from him to me.
Sam comes to stand at one end of the table. He’s right by my head, looking down on me. He wraps a large hand around my throat, making it tighter than it already is.
“The mistake you make every single time you forget who you belong to,” he admits.
As children and teenagers, we had always had an unspoken agreement. We belonged to each other; we would never pick anyone else over the other.
However, that agreement has been broken too many times to count. It started when I chose myself over suffering at Bianco’s hands. When I shot my own brother to escape hell.
And with time, our bond thinned until it ultimately broke. When he chose Lik, and months later when I chose Viktor.
Now here he stands, mighty and invincible, like a demi-god put on this earth to shatter my life into pieces and then put it back together. Here he is, stitching our lives back together since he can’t seem to give me up.
Sam showed jealousy before but never admitted it. I was always walking a line, wondering if his behavior was possessive toward me or if I was foolishly making it up in the hopes that he would reciprocate my feelings toward him.
He killed for me.
Eighteen people.
Eighteen times his jealousy took him over the edge.
Now I know he truly loved me back. I never made it up, no matter how much he denied it. He was scared, we both were. I’m not sure if we feared the doom or the happiness.
Today, I finally understood how much he’s always loved me, desired me, and needed me, and now I’ve discovered the irrationality that runs through his veins when he bares his feelings.
