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“Have a seat on the couch. I’ll tell you all about it.” He smiles. He fucking smiles.
I’m saying a silent plea, hoping that Aiden will get worried when I don’t answer the phone. I internally chastise myself. How freaking ironic is that? Now I’m hoping he worries about me. If I make it out of here alive, I promise he can worry about me all he wants.
I slowly walk to the couch as Marco follows right behind. I can feel the gun pressed to the back of my head. Just the thought of it makes my head sting. When I sit, he remains standing. I look up at a man who I thought was once an attractive guy but now there’s nothing but pure evil. I remain quiet, crossing my legs and arms.
He growls. “I like you obeying me.” He reaches down and runs his hand down my cheek. I smack his hand away.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I grind out.
He tsks me. “All in due time, bella.” I fight the bile wanting to climb up my throat at his words. “This wasn’t supposed to happen yet, you know? You weren’t supposed to be involved,” he says, staring down at me. I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about. What am I involved in? The yet has me really concerned. So, he had planned this … it’s just happening sooner rather than later? I squeeze my eyes shut, cursing under my breath. Why does this keep happening to me? I open my eyes and chew the inside of cheek. When I don’t say anything, he continues. “But you left me no choice. Where is the girl?”
What? I shake my head, looking down. He can’t know about Lexi. And if he does …
I gasp as I look back up at his towering figure looming over me. I scan his face and tense when I see it. Two scratches on his neck. He smirks when he sees that I’ve noticed them.
“If only I’d done a better job, I would’ve known that she had a friend over.” He shrugs. “But now there are a few loose ends that I have to deal with. You weren’t supposed to be one of them. I had a different plan for you,” he says, pointing the gun at me.
I tense and squeeze my arms around my body tighter. How he says it … I know that plan wouldn’t have turned out well for me. Of course, now I’m a loose end that has to be dealt with. It sounds like either way I’m screwed. I try to remain calm. Now is not the time to lose control.
“I’m not telling you where she is, Marco,” I sneer, staring up at him. He can do whatever he wants to me, but he will never know where Lexi is. I’ve already been to hell, I know what it’s like. He can’t do worse. His eyes bore into me and his nostrils flare. He shakes his head as he sighs harshly. “Why Marco? Why did you kill those families?”
His face twists like I should already know the answer. “Because of you, Addison,” he says dryly.
“Me?” My stomach drops as the horror of what has been happening is somehow linked to me. I dig my fingers into my arms so deep I know it’ll leave bruises.
He sits on the coffee table, making sure to keep the gun pointed at me. My eyes dart around his face, waiting for his reason. Waiting to find out what I did to unleash this monster. “The day I met you, when your lips pressed to mine, I just knew you were mine. I had already found out everything about you before you came back the second time. It was like you came back for me. You felt it, too.” Had I kissed Marco? I think back to that first night. I guess I did give him a peck on the lips. That one kiss led to all of this?
I shake my head. “No. That isn’t why I came back into town.”
“I figured that out when you rejected me and kicked me out,” he growls. I keep quiet so I don’t anger him more. “But I knew you just needed time to feel the same way I do.” I let out a ragged breath. When will the hits from that fucking trip ever end? Did I piss anyone else off during that time? My attention goes back to Marco when he starts talking again. “I was still angry. And when a family came into the restaurant that night, the woman looked like you. It was like you were cheating on me, happily married with kids,” he barks out.
Oh. My. God. My hand flies to my mouth. He can’t be saying he killed those families because the women reminded him of me. I grab the couch on each side of me to hold myself up. I think I’m going to be sick. I fight the tears that are threatening to erupt.
“And then when I found out you moved to New York City, I thought it’d been enough time. You would see me and know that I was the one. But that FBI guy kept getting in my way,” he snarls.
“You didn’t have to kill those families,” I whimper.
“You were not going to be happy with anyone but me!” he yells as he stands up, hovering over me. I gasp at his abrupt movement. He’s starting to lose it. This is definitely not what I want. I sit back against the couch cushion to add a little space between us. I stare up to him, trying to think about what I should do. Reality sets in. It’s going to be me or him. We aren’t both walking out of here alive. I take a couple breaths, trying to calm my anxiety. I just need to get to my bedroom.
A wicked gleam in his eyes makes my insides quiver. My eyes flash quickly to the hand holding the gun and back. I follow his other hand down as he starts to unbutton his pants. “I’ve been waiting so long to feel the inside of you. I think it’s been long enough,” he says as he pulls the zipper down. A dark room and cigarette smoke fill my senses. I shake my head, reminding myself that I’m not there and my hands and feet are free. I am not a prisoner.
He can’t hold you down, Addison. You can fight.
He puts his legs on the outside of mine as he gets closer to me. I lean back, allowing more space between us. My position leaves me few options, but I still have one.
He smirks. “I can see it in your eyes, you want it, too,” he hisses, thinking I’m giving him room to get on top of me. He finds out quickly when I swing my leg up as hard as I can, connecting my knee to his groin that that is definitely not what I was doing. He cries out, doubling over. I jump up and run to my bedroom, slamming the door and locking it to give me a couple more seconds to get ready.
I grab my gun from my nightstand. Rocking on my feet in a squatted position, I tell myself I don’t have any other options. I hate him for making me do this. I hate him for killing all those women because of me. I hate him for trying to kill Lexi again. I hate him for making me feel like this is all my fault.
As soon as my gun is in my hand, I steady myself and wait. I don’t wait for long, though.
The door is kicked open. “You think this door will stop me, Addison?” he laughs wickedly.
No, but this will. I take three shots.
The shower has been running for an hour. I’ve stopped myself from checking on Addison over a dozen times. But enough is enough. I knock on the door. No answer. I blow out a ragged breath, leaning my head on the door. Please don’t hate me for coming in.
I turn the doorknob slowly, pushing the door open even slower, but it’s when I don’t see the outline of Addison’s body in the frosted glass that I start to worry. Fuck being careful. I run to the shower.
