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“Oh God,” she says, covering her mouth.
The asshole’s head shoots up at the sound of her voice, and his eyes lock on her. You can see hope bloom in his expression at the sight of this beautiful woman who was once his.
She is careful with each and every step she takes, and I stay by her side as she gets closer to him. His body leans forward as if somehow, he thinks she is there to free him. It’s interesting that he would think that, considering everything he’s put her through. That he believes he still has a strong enough hold on Kalilah and that she will do anything for him. He saw what his friend did to her, and it didn’t even bother him. So for him to even think she is going to save him completely baffles me. Even if she wanted to let him live, I would still kill him. Scum like that asshole doesn’t deserve to walk this earth and especially not with her. And there ain’t no fucking way she isn’t going to be around.
“Kalilah.” He says her name, and she stops in her tracks. I lift my hand to her back for support. He notices the movement, and his eyes narrow. “You cheated on me. Did you forget we’re married?” he seethes.
Kalilah flinches back, but I just chuckle.
Tony’s eyes find mine.
“You cheated, and you were married. Were you not?” I ask him.
“That’s different. Kalilah would only cheat for love. I fucked because she was never in the mood,” he grumbles.
“Yet you still forced me anyway,” she says quietly.
“You liked it.” He smiles evilly.
“You are the worst fuck I’ve ever had,” she shoots back, chin raised in defiance.
There’s my girl, and I’m so proud of her.
“I want you to die knowing I am good, that I’ve made a new, better life for myself. Despite you trying to control me, claim me as if I were your prize, and isolate me from everyone. It didn’t work in the long run. I contacted my parents, I have made friends, and I have great sex.” She smirks at that, and I do too, knowing she’s talking about me.
“You fuck him? Him?” he screams.
“It’s best you go and meet up with Alaska, love. I have things I need to take care of.” I lean in and kiss her lips, griping her cheeks as I do, so he can see that she is mine. I pull away and touch them one last time, smiling at her. “I will see you tonight.”
She nods, and I watch as she heads to the stairs.
“How could you leave me here with him after everything I’ve done for you?” he screams. “You slut.” She tenses at his words but keeps on going.
I walk over and punch his face at the use of that word. She doesn’t look back, and when she’s gone, I step in front of him and lean down.
“It’s time to play.” I smirk.
The asshole starts shaking his head, but that won’t get him anywhere.
“You must think of yourself as a big man because no one ever says no to you.” I stand to my full height. “I have one brother who loves the use of knives.” I walk to the table. “And the other loves guns and knives, but for different reasons.” I lift up both items in my hands and move to take the seat opposite him. He eyes the items as I sit. “Me, I am pretty much always a fight-with-my-fists-and-boots type of man, you know? I am quick with my hands. And the boots to the face… Well, it simply helps with my anger issues. Supposedly we all have anger issues. Who knew?” I shrug, staring at him.
“Let me go. I will pay you and never contact her again,” he begs.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen. You see, you are a liar. We all know this. And I am not a man to be fooled.” I lift the knife and flip it between my fingers. He watches every move before I grip the handle and fling it so hard that it embeds itself deep in his shoulder. “Shit, I need better aim.” I get up as his eyes go wide with shock, then I pull the knife out, and he screams. I calmly sit back down. “I’m sure I can do better than that. My brother would not be proud of me.” I smile and flip the knife again between my fingers before I walk over to him and place my lips to his forehead before I move back, raise my eyes to him, and throw it again. This time I hit him directly between the legs. My intended target.
He howls like the bitch he is.
And soon enough, I lift the gun and smirk as I shoot right between the eyes.
Fucking dickhead, calling my woman a slut.
Twenty-Six
Kalilah
It’s three weeks later, and I’m back at work and moving into my own place. It’s nice, though Kyson doesn’t seem too pleased to have me leave his home. But he still bought me furniture, which I find funny, and he also tried to give me his car. I told him no, but that I will borrow it until I can get my own. He simply rolled his eyes at me as we carried my new couch inside.
My parents finally responded. I look down at the message again.
