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“Th–That's how you knew it was concrete,” she whispers low. I can barely make out what she says, but it leaves me cocking my head.

“That’s how you knew when I told you I fell. You knew it was on concrete… I–It was you. It was fucking you!” she says, her voice slowly getting louder and more panicked. The look on her face makes me want to sweep her away and take her far from this. Far from the trauma she has to endure, but we both know there is no escaping it. Once you’re fucked up, those demons torment you forever.

A sick, sadistic laugh expels from him. I keep my attention on Dahlia. I grab her shoulders in a concerned grasp. I know this is cruel for me to do, but she fucking needs this. She needs to see who did this to her. And she needs to fucking do something about it. She begins to cry.

“Hey, look at me. Look at me.” I shake her slightly until she does through wet, thick lashes.

“I knew the moment Zane and I went after him. Zane helped me track the car that was in the area ‌the night he attacked you. When I zoomed out of the parking lot… It was the same car,” I say tenderly. Looking at her beautiful, yet broken face.

“W–What? How did you know—” she asks, but I interrupt.

“It’s not important right now. What's important is what you are going to do about it?” I ask, grabbing the pocketknife and slowly handing it to her. She looks down at it and shakes her head. Instead of letting her refuse it, I open her hand, forcing it in. My hand closes around hers and the handle.

“Why did you do it? You piece of shit.” I turn back to Parker, who looks deranged, trying to fuel more fire into my Little Flower.

“I mean, look at her. I know you want her too. Don’t act like you wouldn't do the same, just like that other masked guy,” he says, trying to justify his actions. He can push my buttons, just not my girls. I say something that I may or may not regret.

“That’s the difference between you and me.” I pace around the chair.

“When I finger-fucked her in the garage, she wanted it. She might not admit it, but she did.” I continue, and both Parker and Dahlia whip their heads toward me, surprised.

“I know how to make a woman want it. She could have easily gotten away, but she didn’t try. At least not hard enough to really want to. With you… you took. Took something that wasn't yours to begin with because she belongs to me. Do you understand? And she told you to stop.” I whisper, getting under his skin. I peer up at my girl, and she looks like she’s seen a ghost.

“No way. That wasn’t fucking you. It couldn't have been,” the pig in the chair says.

“Oh, but it was. It’s always been me and it always will be.” I walk toward my girl. There's a war going on internally, and I can see it. She was going to find out, eventually. I guess this is the best time to do it. She doesn't say anything.

“Fuck you. I’ll fucking kill you. And your whore too,” he yells as if he has a way to fucking escape. I walk closer to her. She is frozen in place. I place my hand on her cheek. Something in her eyes tells me she forgives me. She doesn't flinch. She doesn't back away. She doesn't seem sad anymore.

I notice the grip she has around the knife tightening until she is white-knuckled. There's the rage. There's the Dahlia I need right now. Give me that fucking merciless fury that drives you into violent fucking madness you can’t come back from. I need her to be like me.

She grabs my wrist, removing it from her face. Still staring into my blackened eyes. I give her a nod, and she circles around me, walking toward Parker. He chuckles, but is quickly silenced with her piercing stare.

“How could you? You had no right to do that to me! I did nothing to you. Nothing! You, you fucking ruined me. I can’t be touched without flinching. I can’t be alone without breaking down. I can’t relax because I am constantly afraid that the masked guy is going to come back. You had no right!” she cries out.

“I would have come back. To finish what I started,” he spews. I don’t know why he keeps talking. He's digging his grave deeper and deeper, but by all means. He is going to end up fucking dead, anyway.

My Little Flower takes the knife and looks at it hesitantly before stabbing it into his other forearm, copying me. My eyebrows shoot up. Parker thrashes and convulses against the restraints, screaming in agony. My girl takes a step back, realizing what she had done. Metal hits the floor as she loosens her grip around the handle.

I walk up behind her and turn her around to face me. I don’t want her to regret any of her choices, so I don’t give her another second to think, and I kiss her. I finally fucking kiss her.

Chapter 36

The Flower

Shameless - Camila cabello

Idon’t know what comes over me, but I stab him with such force I didn’t think I had. He screams and wiggles, and it makes me want to throw up. The acid in my stomach boils and burns. It’s taking everything in me not to.

I see the laceration I created, filling and overflowing with blood rapidly. I never thought I could do something like this to someone. I’m just so fucking angry. I’m angry, I’m scared, I’m resentful. I take a step back at the horror happening right in front of me, and I let go of the knife, hearing the metal clink on the floor.

I’m turned around and dark eyes penetrate mine. The next thing I know my breath is taken away. Axel kisses me. No, not kisses. He devours me. His tongue lapping at mine with need, forcing its way in, and I do the same to his. I melt into him, wanting more.

The screams of pain happening around us fade as he pulls me in closer. His hands grab my face with intent. I clutch ‌his shirt until our bodies collide. Heat pools between us, intensifying the urges. I’m lifted off the floor by my legs and I wrap them around his waist.

He tastes fucking amazing. I don’t think I've ever shared a kiss this passionate before, and I don’t want it to end. Axel squats with me still hugged around him. He picks the blade up from the floor and hands it to me. I try to pull away from the smothering kiss, but he doesn't let up.

“One more,” he says between breaths. One more what? Kiss? We are already kissing.