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I hate that he’s done this to us, and her mind will, no doubt, go back to the events of the past few hours and the horrible things he did to her. One day I will find out everything that happened in that room between them., But I won’t push her. I’ll wait till she is ready to tell me, and no doubt I will want to kill him all over again.
Dead men don’t come back to life though, at least not the ones I kill. And that shot right between the eyes assures that there is no possibility of him coming back. I wonder how she feels about my killing Richard Lexington III. We will need to have a proper discussion about it at some stage. Is she happy I did it? Is she scared of me now? I have to ask.
The matron enters the room, disturbing my thoughts. “Your test results came back. You’re not pregnant so we’ve dispensed the tablet for you, Miss Kennedy.”
Rebecca takes it and the small cup of water, swallowing it immediately. “Thank you, Matron.”
“Please, call me Murray. Do you have any other questions for me?” He looks between the two of us, taking the empty pill cup from Rebecca.
“How long is recovery time? I’m due to be married and go on my honeymoon in a couple of weeks.” I don’t let the shock appear on my face, as we haven’t set a date for the wedding yet, so I wonder why she is saying we have.
“If I were you, I would reschedule for around three months. Most of your injuries will take at least six weeks to start feeling better. You need to give yourself that time to heal. Don’t push it.” His eyes move from Rebecca to me—he knows exactly what she’s asking about. “As for anything physical, I would recommend giving it at least two weeks and then start with very basic activities.” He pauses, looking to both of us, “If you need anything else, just ask for Murray.”
“Completely understand, Murray. Please thank all of your team from me for everything they have done for my fiancée.” I offer my hand to him, which he takes. We exchange a firm handshake before he excuses himself and leaves us alone again.
“Why did you say we were getting married in a couple of weeks?” I ask her.
A small smile appears on her lips. “I wanted to know how soon you could make love to me.”
I feel an ear-to-ear grin forming on my face After everything she has been through, she still wants me. She mustn’t be scared of me at all, especially if she can’t wait for me to get my hands on her again.
“Oh, sweetheart, I promise as soon as you are healed, I’ll make love to you for the rest of our lives.”
Her answering smile tells me that everything will be okay. “I’ll hold you to that promise, Alexander Black.”
~ Chapter Twenty-Six ~
Rebecca
The roses in our gardenare in full bloom, and all the colors of the rainbow surround me. The breeze picks up around me, blowing my dress up from underneath. I catch it with my hands and push it back down into place. That’s when I feel his presence behind me. I turn my head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him coming toward me in his signature black three-piece suit.
He stops, close enough that I can feel his body heat along my back. The hairs on my arms rise, awaiting his touch. It comes, softly at first, a finger being drawn lazily upwards along my lower back, until it reaches my neck. His finger glides around the front of my collarbone until his whole hand tightens around my neck. “Did you miss me?” he asks, whispering in my ear. His voice like velvet.
“Always,” I murmur. His other hand glides down my hip as he grabs the fabric of my dress and lifts until the coolness of the breeze caresses the tops of my thighs. He releases the fabric as his fingers find their spot on the top of my left thigh, drawing lazy circles on my flesh.
“Tell me what you want, Rebecca,” he commands above me.
“You,” I reply firmly. He spins me in place and kisses me with fervor, our tongues massaging each other’s. I reach up to shove his jacket off his shoulders, and it falls to the ground at our feet. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer. His absence the past few days has been hellacious, and something I haven’t gotten used to.
I pull away to start working on removing his tie, but it’s not Alexander’s mouth I’ve been kissing. The man in front of me has morphed into someone else—it’s Richard looking back at me, his hands touching my body. A scream bubbles up in my throat, but his large hand covers my mouth whilst the other tightens on my neck. I try to shove him away as hard as I possibly can, but I may as well be trying to move a brick wall.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here, lass? Thinking of me, are you? You should have known that even with the possibility of death, I would still be with you in your thoughts, invading your mind when you least expect it. Alexander didn’t succeed in murdering me. No, I survived, and here I am to seek my vengeance. You will never be rid of me, lass. Never.” He chuckles, I waste no time, lifting my leg and kneeing him as hard as I can in his manhood. He loosens his grip on my neck just enough so I can escape his clutches.
I run back toward the house. “Alexander!” I scream, needing him to hear that I’m in danger, knowing that he will come. I continue running toward the front door, but Richard catches me a few feet away from entering my home with a hand clasped around my wrist. He begins to drag me back into the rose garden courtyard. I thrash as much as I can, trying to escape his clutches once more, but a kick to the stomach comes swiftly, his leather boot knocking the wind right out of me. I struggle to drag air into my lungs, but nothing seems to be coming in. My hand clutches at my stomach, trying to ease the pain enough so the panic recedes slightly, needing it to disappear so I can inhale. Before I can, I feel the cold metallic barrel of a gun pushed against my temple, hard. I go perfectly still, knowing he will definitely use the gun if I don’t do as he says. For now, I need to stay alive.
“Don’t move a muscle, slut.” I stay as still as I can as he crouches down in front of me, leering at me as though I were a piece of gum on his overpriced shoe.
“Now, isn’t this a turn of events. I’m the one with the gun this time, and I’m going to kill you. I wonder what Alexander will think when he finds your cold lifeless body out here? Hmmm?”
I stare blankly back at him, biding my time. “Why do you want to kill me?” I ask, needing him to keep talking. It worked well enough the last time. I got beaten badly, but I lived; I walked away badly bruised, but still breathing.
“Why do you ask? It’s simple. You deserve to die, lass.” The gun’s pressure against my head lessens, and I take that opportunity to strike. I kick my leg out as fast as I can, taking his legs out from underneath him. The gun moves further away from my temple now, sitting closer to my shoulder as he tries to steady himself. I scramble to my feet and kick him in his already sore balls and make my move, grabbing for the gun. But his grip doesn’t loosen as he tries to hold on, so I pull his arm straight out beside him and stomp as hard as I can on his wrist. When I try to pull the gun free from his grasp this time, it comes into my hands with ease.
I lean down, lowering my body on top of his chest, and pushing the gun onto his lips, hard enough that his mouth opens wide. Remembering what this man did to me whilst he held me captive, sends the rage inside to the surface.
“Suck on this, slut.” I throw his own words back at him as a smile forms across my lips. My finger pressure increases, and I pull the trigger.
~ Chapter Twenty-Seven ~
