Page 35 of Chaotic Anger


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I walk over to her and grab her from underneath her bicep, pulling her up roughly. My fingers dig into her skin way harder than she should, but my anger is fucking boiling inside of me and I’m past the point of being gentle with this strange girl.

“W-What do you want from me?” I watch as she clearly trembles. Hey body ramrod straight. Her skin is cold against mine, and she still hasn’t moved her gaze from the wall.

Trying to cool myself down is harder than I thought. I’m angry for the situation I put myself in. I’m furious for what I’m putting my club through. I’m sad for what Ivy has gone through.

And I’m so fucking excited to catch Santiago. I’m going to gut his stomach with the towing hitch in the mechanics shop and watch as his intestines get torn from his abdomen.

I push her into her chair and sit down on the corner of the table in front of her.

Glaring down at her pale face, I bark, “Tell me what you meant by that.”

“What do you mean?” She sniffles.

“Cut the bullshit, Ivy.”

She flinches. “No. I’m not with him, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Then what, he bought you?” I can only imagine how screwed up my face is right now. The absolute disgust dripping from my eyes.

She nods.

“You’re his pet? His slave? His wife?” She grows paler with each word, and my face feels hotter with each word.

“I’m… his.”

“What the fuck does that mean, Ivy? I don’t understand what the fuck you mean, “I’m his.” Tell me what the fuck you mean!” I bark, standing off the table and pushing her chair back until it hits the wall behind her.

“I mean he… he did what he wanted, okay? I did what he said, when he said it, how he said it. If I didn’t listen to him, well…” She trails off, and my blood boils.

“Well, what, Ivy?” I seethe.

“You see me. Don’t play dumb. You see my face. If I didn’t listen to him, I paid his price.”

The wall before me crumbles like dust as my fist plows through it inches from Ivy’s head. I get even more angry when I watch her flinch like I’m going to hit her.

“The motherfucker hit you, too? You think I wouldn’t be surprised after everything I’ve seen that fuck do to girls, but he fuckinghits you?”

“It’s nothing new, Aziel. And it’s nothing to be pissed about, because he’s been like this for a long, long time.”

“Oh, and that’s supposed to make me feel better?” I puff out a humorless laugh. “Sure, he’s been doing it for years, that makes me feel so much better.” I say, sarcasm dripping from my tone. “No. I’m not fucking happy that he lays his hands on you. I’m going to skin that motherfucker alive!”

She shrinks back at my words.

“I don’t want you to kill him. I don’t want you to kill anyone.” She buries her face in her hands inches from my chest. This is the closest I’ve ever been to her, and she smells like me. Her eyes glisten like a thousand stars against the ocean water. I’m intoxicated by her, and she’s drowning me in her endless waves.

“Is… Lilah… his?” I choke out.

Tears fall down her cheeks like rain drops and I watch as each one falls off her chin, falling and landing on my tainted boots.

She nods.

The walls sinks beneath my palm as a second hole ends up behind her.

“Fuck!” I shout, the word shredding my throat as anger tears through me.

“P-Please. I want to go home.” She cries and shakes in front of me.

I sink down until I’m eye level with her. I grab onto her shoulders to stop her from shaking. “Stop, listen to me.”

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