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It’s wellpast midnight when she finally emerges from the Shelby-Love Arts Center. She’s busy looking at her watch. She has her phone up to her ear.
“My flight leaves from Birmingham at eight a.m. I think instead of taking a quick nap, I’m going to just drive up and stay with Xander-Rafe Leroy and his sisters tonight and have one of them take me to the airport. I don’t know, though.”
She pauses, listening for a moment before assuring the person on the other line, “I already packed. My bags are in the rental.” She stops looking around for the car I had moved hours ago. She opens her bag, searching around for her keys. I had one of my people relieve her of them while she was prancing around the stage after she directed from the booth.
“I’ll text when I get back to New York.” She looks around the nearly empty parking lot. There is a maintenance van which I’m standing just to the left of that’s obscuring my Maybach.
I step out of view as her gaze sweeps past me unseeingly. Her situational awareness has never been great. I almost pity her. Almost.
Hot anticipation that’s been ten years in the making slices through my body. My dick hardens at the prospect. That fucking vanilla rose has me biting back a growl, and she’s not even cleared the front bumper. It’s not that the scent is overpowering. No, my body is just too in tuned to it. I don’t know what they put in it, but it must be formulated to match them all differently. I smell the same scent on her cousin Krie, the chef who has my older brother enthralled, and it has no effect on me. Yet, as Taylor approaches, my dick primes, my knees threaten to buckle from the way she smells. She has me salivating. Another reason to punish her pussy.
“Take her,”Hedemands. “Now.”
I can hear her approaching me, assuming her rental is on the other side of the maintenance van. Just behind the back doors of the darkened van I watch the disappointment spread across her beautiful face as takes in my Maybach. Turning back to the parking lot, her head moves from side to side, looking for the rental.
“Now, I know nobody stole…” I’m already on her, snatching soft curves against me. My black gloved hand smothers her shocked gasp.
Her legs lose their strength as the chloroform starts taking effect. Dragging her ass back to the trunk, I press the fob making the trunk swoosh open. Removing my hand, I let her breathe clean air.
I don’t want her unconscious. I want her to experience it all. Every bit of her treachery will be atoned for. Beginning tonight.
Hoisting her nearly limp form, I lay her in the trunk. She’s fighting, but her movements are sluggish, and her aim is off. She swings, catching nothing but air before collapsing in a heapof frustration. She twitches, trying to make her legs work, to no avail.
Beautiful broken doll. Her legs twisted and useless, her head still has just enough mobility, but she’s turned away. I can’t have that. Twisting and twisting the mass of soft, luxurious curls in my fist, I make her look at me.
“Little bitch,” I whisper in my native language. Her head jerks around. “Little bitch,” I whisper in English for good measure. For a split second, I think I see relief before sheer, unadulterated horror bleeds into her eyes. She tries to get up.
“Shh.” I cover her mouth and nose with the chloroform. I want to see her eyes. I want her to know it was me. It was always me. I’ve watched. I’ve waited while she’s gone on with her life like I meant nothing to her.
“Likewemeant nothing to her,”Hehisses. “She’ll be punished for that, too.”
All in due time.
Savagery almost makes me come. I’m not a boy, though. I pull myself back, savoring the ache of anticipation, loving the way she struggles beneath my grip, trying to dislodge my hand. I press harder, knowing I may bruise her. Unfortunate but I can’t help if she won’t be reasonable.
“You will stop hurting yourself,” I command.
She stiffens, her nose flaring. Her eyes cloud. She is looking dazed, but I want her awake. I want her to fight. I remove my hand. Looking down, I watch as she takes deep inhales to clear the fog from her brain.
“Welcome home, wife.” I smile down at her, watching as she rears back trying to put distance between us like she’s terrified of me. The one who’s watched over her, kept her safe, despite her demanding my face and the great dishonor she served me. I who did nothing but cherish her for as long as I was able. The man she shared her firsts. I would have given her the world. She’sproven she only deserves the hell I shall visit upon her ass for her treachery.
Ignoring the twinge of disappointment, I laugh at how easily she’s played into my hands. I slam the trunk down on her. I hear the muffled scream as I make my way over to the driver’s side of the car.
Sitting behind the wheel, I turn the ignition. The roar of the engine sparks a panicked cry from the back that I can hear over the local radio station’s R&B.
Turning off the music I’ve loved since the moment she introduced it to me years ago, I watch the camera I placed on the roof of the trunk to see her every moment.
I watch and listen to the sounds of her banging on the trunk. She tries to maneuver around the trunk space to get to the lights, but her useless legs prevent her success. She screams in frustration. Rage and pain play out on her face as she tries to fruitlessly inch her body around to reach the lights. Her screams of despair give way to cries and soft whimpers of defeat. Finally, tears stream down her face in rivulets as the anger gives way to fear. She tries to take breaths to clear her mind. I know she’ll tell herself she just needs to calm down. Easier said than done when your biggest fear manifests in the flesh, ready to tear you asunder.
She hyperventilates. Watching with detached interest, I watch her struggle. Sick satisfaction has a smile playing at the corners of my mouth. Vengeance is a beautiful, delicious fuckable thing made real for me at this moment.
Unable to catch her breath, she passes out. Her head lolls from side to side. Tears track prettily down her face. She’s always been a beautiful crier.
Driving at a steady pace, I make my way to my estate. That road is dark and winding. The modern Samurai mansion hidden behind the gate.
“Home at last. She’s ours to do as we will,”Hecrows with malicious delight.
“She’s mine,” I grit, pushing back against the mind monster that’s been my constant companion for as long as I can remember.
