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What?
Unknown:
Crazy. Or is that man, who treated himself to what is ours and tried to steal what we’ve claimed, downright vile? He would’ve corrupted your soul.
Me:
Yes, what he did was disgusting and he should go to jail. Not have his fingers cutoff because of it!
Unknown:
Well, he won’t be touching you again, now will he?
Very good point. But in a completely fucked up way.
Me:
Yeah. You and your lap dog made sure of that.
Unknown:
Oh, you wound our hearts.
Good.
Another text message came through.
Unknown:
But we’re more vicious predators, Liv. I’m more of the alpha in a wolf pack and Saint’s the beta. But you are the prey.
I wanted them gone. Out of my heart and absent from my mind. They had lost all hold on sanity, and I caused their destruction.
I yelled at my phone and typed out each word, “Just leave me alone!”
Unknown:
No can do. Our addiction to you is our salvation, and there’s no turning back now.
Fifty-Three
Their Obsession
Liv
Soft music played, and the restaurant smelled like candles. My parents sat across from me while my mom rambled on, and she fussed with her short, crimped brown hair. Her brown eyes stared at me with a brilliance full of excitement for my wedding. But I couldn’t care less about the dreadful event.
Gloria Valencia had everything from her posh clothing to her perfectly manicured nails. She had all the extravagant materials life could give her and lavish trips across the world. Frank Valencia, my father, gave her all he could give or whatever he had left. A huge addiction consumed him, and my mother paid no attention to it. She only lived for the expensive lifestyle while he kept quiet about their dwindling bank accounts. We both knew she’d lose her mind if she ever found out thetruth and the pressure was on me to ensure it never came to that.
But I was hesitant.
Marriage to Sebastian would be a death sentence while I awaited a lethal injection on death row, behind bars, a prisoner in my own home. He’d ensure I didn’t get a last meal and send me off to die with bruises and black eyes. One day, he’d kill me over something small and end my miserable life.
I didn’t want that—to be lifeless, broken, and alone. I wanted to give a damn and feel alive, not dead inside. Captured by the darkness, I had grown used to until two men had forced their way into my life.
My phantoms had woven their blackness around me and owned every part of me. Piece by piece, they sliced me open until I only bled for them, and I fell deeper into their abyss. A place where we created our screwed-up story, and they awakened a beautiful beast I never thought they could.
My love for them.
