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“Let me go.”
“Answer the question.”
“That’s none of your business, Rogue.”
“It sure as fuck is my business actually.”
I abruptly stop fighting, letting my arm go limp in his hold. He looks at me questioningly.
“What are you doing?” I ask him. “I caught you about to fuck someone else, you made your choice. Why are you acting like a jealous boyfriend right now?”
“Just because we broke up doesn’t mean he gets to touch you.” He grinds out.
I burst out laughing at that. “That’s exactly what it means, Rogue. It means if I want him or anyone else to touch me, there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Do you want me to kill him?” He snarls, his mouth inches from my face. His breath hits my cheek as he bends over me. I can’t stop my body from reacting to his closeness. The smell of his musky aftershave wafts into my nose and triggers my arousal. My panties are a mess for him, even as he threatens me. “Is that what you fucking want, Bellamy? Because if he so much as lays another finger on you, no amount of begging will save that asshole from a long and painful death.”
The violence in his words snaps me back to reality and I remember seeing him wrapped around Lyra.
Screw him.
“I am not yours any longer.” I say, ripping my arm out of his hold with a decisive tug. “If I want to fuck him, I’ll fuck him and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
I push past him as he lets out a terrifying roar. I hear the sound of wood splintering and turn back around to see him pull his fist out of the side of the bookshelf. He doesn’t acknowledge it or the pain it must undoubtedly have caused, just levels me with a deadly glare.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would. Maybe I’ll even send you a photo since you like those so much.”
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I didn’t know I had a vindictive side but apparently I do. Getting the last word in my confrontation with Rogue fills me with cruel satisfaction. I hope I hurt him at least a fraction of the amount he’s hurt me.
Jogging down the stairs of RCA, I set out for the pen on foot. We’re approaching the deep nights of fall and the night reflects it – the sky is dark, the air is crisp and scented with the smell of smoke and spices. The leaves have fallen and crunch beneath my steps.
I cut across the parking lot, completely focused on appreciating the beautiful night. I don’t hear the footsteps come up behind me and am only alerted to someone’s presence by the sound of a snapping tree branch. I turn around at the noise, but it’s already too late.
I see a flash of something silver and then something hard and heavy connects with my temple. I stagger back as confusion swells and darkness takes over my vision before I pass out.
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38.
Rogue
I stay at RCA a while longer, spending the time in the gym punching the bag in an effort to distract myself from going to Jeremy’s suite and snapping his legs in two. I didn’t Bellamy had a cruel streak in her. The visual of them together, her writhing under him has me threatening to tip over the razor’s edge of insanity.
Two hours later, I’m pulled from my workout when my phone rings. I grab a hand towel and use it to wipe down my face and body. I’m dripping in perspiration from the exertion and still working on catching my breath. The images of Bellamy fucking someone else are still front and center in my mind.
“Fuck!” I roar, tossing the towel aside and grabbing my phone. It’s Müller. “Give me good news.” I demand, answering the call.
“It’s a match. The killer is someone who’s related to you on your paternal side.”
Relief hits me like a tidal wave and I release a long breath I didn’t even know I was holding. “Thank you.” The gratitude in my voice is clear even to my ears.
“You’re welcome. I’ll pass on my files to the police and let them know an arrest is needed.”
I hang up.
