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“I haven’t been.”
“The truth doesn’t matter. Only what is perceived and I’ve painted a pretty vivid picture.Picturesthat have been sent to Elias to make him believe that you have.”
“I just need to talk to him. He’ll believe me no matter what you’ve done.”
He chuckled lightly. “Cress, your husband is not in the most rational headspace. Dr. Temple has worked very hard over the past month and a half to guarantee doesn’t have the ability to think logically. I’m sure, right about now, he won’t believe anything that makes sense. Only what I’ve put in his head. And when he shows up and finds you with me, I’m willing to bet this won’t end well for either of you.”
“Or maybe it won’t end well foryou?”
He shrugged. “I’ve considered all possibilities. If it comes down to it, I’ll end him then I’ll end you…” He rolled his shoulders back. “Officer, let me explain. I’ve been seeing her for months. Elias found out, followed us here, lost his mind and he shot her. I had to defend myself.”
My hands were shaking again. “No one will believe that.”
“Everyone will believe that. There are pictures of you and I together. Pictures that were sent to his phone. One of which showed me entering your apartment, tonight, using the codeyougave me. Then there’s the small but yet relevant detail that your husband is spiraling. He’s been off his meds for weeks. If you’ve done your research, then you know what that means. He won’t be thinking rationally. Everything I’m saying will make perfect sense to anyone who collects all the evidence. Evidence that I’ve manipulated to tell my version of the story.”
“Why?”
“You know why, Cress. Your family and his united again fucks up business for a lot of people. It was a simple fix. Make history repeat itself, which wasn’t hard to do. We paid off his therapist, who agreed to mess with his head and now we have the Omaris and the Devereauxs at war again. Two more siblings with blood on their hands. He kills you, I kill him, problem solved.”
“You sound so sure of yourself. No plan is perfect. Things change, people aren’t always as predictable as you believe them to be.”
No matter how much my husband was spiraling, I believed I could get him to truly hear me. To see me, to know that what seems real, isn’t. We were real. What he felt for me and what I felt for him was real.
“True, but I’m banking on that crazy muthafucker believing what I tell him to believe. If he doesn’t, I’ve already told you what will happen…”
You’re going to kill him…
“Now, I’m guessing we don’t have long before he shows up. Based on the timeline I received from the people I had sitting on the house, he left not long after you so we need to get things moving. Take your clothes off. I really want to sell this.”
“No…”
I was playing with fire.
He moved closer and within seconds had fisted the front of my shirt, the barrel of the gun pressed into my chest beneath i.t His free hand yanked the side of my shorts, forcing them down.
“I don’t have time for this shit and it’s really a shame. If we had more time, I would really enjoy you…”
His fingers glided over my hip. He was distracted so I had to use that to my advantage. My hand moved and I touched the gun at the same time I held my breath and lifted my knee using all the force I had. I made contact and he buckled, losing his grip on the gun enough for me to snatch it from him. I bolted to the door, swung it open but didn’t get far. I collided with a hard frame that threw me off balance and caused me to drop the gun and stumble back.
Elias.
His eyes swung around my living room before they circled back to me, slowly crawling down my body. The lower they traveled the wilder his eyes became and the tighter his muscles locked beneath his clothes.
“Elias…” I slowly lifted my hand and placed it on his chest
“Get your hands off me,” he growled. I swallowed thickly and shook my head, but he grabbed my wrist and yanked it roughly away. He looked like he was out of his mind.
Because he was…
His rational mind.
“Please wait. It’s not what you think.”
“I saw the pictures. I know exactly what this is.”
“Cress,baby. Let me handle this.” My head swung around to Samson who had his hands lifted. This son of a bitch was really going to push this as far as he could.
“Please, baby. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
