Page 9 of Savage Roses


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No big deal.

We move inside. We light candles and the meal becomes that much more intimate. At one point, Delphine slides into my lap, and we enjoy dessert together—strawberries and cream we feed each other and savor. I may get carried away, licking cream off her lips, kissing her deeply, my arms keeping her planted where she is.

She curls her fingers into my shirt and makes all the breathy sounds I love.

Time escapes us in moments like this. It’s no surprise when we have the entire evening to do as we wish.

Our stay at the beach house was Delphine’s idea. It was coming off a rough year for her, where she’d been raped, targeted by the Belini family and the Neptune Society, blackmailed by an old classmate, and still managed to run a campaign for District Attorney of Northam. In the middle of dealing with these situations, she was trying (and failing) to resist the pull between us.

She learned the hard way. You can’t escape the inevitable.

The lesson I learned was similar but different—my infatuation for this woman, which began as a means to destroy a man I hated, had taken on a life of its own.

Try as I might to pretend otherwise, it wasn’t merely an obsession anymore. It was love.

I didn’t even know I was capable of the feeling ’til I realized I felt that way about her.

Hate, rage, the thirst for revenge, don’t leave much room for love.

For more than half my life, I’ve waited for the chance to exact my revenge against Lucius. The kind of revenge that’s more than simply killing him. That would be an ending too lenient for a man like him. He deserves to suffer, to be humiliated, stripped of his ego, and made to know what a pathetic, insignificant sack of shit he is.

For him to feel small. Worthless. Repulsed with even himself.

To such a degree he’d prefer death instead.

After all the things he’s done, the ways he tormented me from the moment I was born, it’s more than owed.

But I never saw myself surviving. I always figured he’d immediately retaliate, and I’d probably be killed. Something I’ve never had a problem with, considering life has no real purpose or meaning. I was fine with dying, so long as I went out knowing I got what I wanted and took down Lucius.

Delphine has changed my outlook. Due to no real effort on her part, but more so just being the woman I fell for, and who I’m wanting a future with.

A future that entails thingsbeyondmy revenge against Lucius. The idea of making it out of our war alive finally feels like it has a purpose… and that’s to be with her, and discover what more there is to life than blood and violence. Maybe even traditional milestones I once balked and laughed at.

With Delphine, it’s begun to creep into my mind. It wouldn’t be so ridiculous, would it? A guy like me becoming those things?

I just have to do this first. Carry out my plan. Get my revenge. Destroy Lucius.

Then I’ll have earned what I now see as my reward; I can return tothis.

After dinner and dessert—and our heavy kissing and petting—we move into the living room. The drizzle’s graduated into a full-blown downpour, pounding on the roof and tapping against the beach house’s many windows.

I’m sitting on the sofa with a drink in hand, pretending like I’m paying attention to the sports game on TV. Really, I’m watching Delphine play with Salt and Pepa.

She’s on the floor between my legs, teasing the pair with a toy mouse on a wand.

They’re entranced, chasing after it.

Just as they believe they’re about to trap it, she tugs it away. Then the chase starts all over again as they blur into white and gray fluffs of fur. Pepa cinches the victory, pouncing a millisecond ahead of Salt, and entrapping the fake mouse within her paws. The deep purr she lets out makes it that much funnier.

She means business.

Salt trots up, and together they attack with feline vigor.

“There goes another toy,” I say.

Delphine smirks. “We’ll find his head somewhere when we least expect it.”

“I’m telling you.Saldatosin a former life.”

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