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“Oh, God,” I hiss.
“Make you beg and cry and scream my name. My real name,” he promises. “And that’s the moment…”
He pushes a finger inside me, and I whimper with a gasp.
“That’s the moment you’re gonna ownme.”
Then he’s off, returning to the stove, leaving me there breathless and gasping for air.
Because he owns that too.
He owns everything, and I can’t even deny it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ADRIEL
I dropher off back at her house, careful to avoid the unassuming Toyota parked across the street. I already got the license plate and a picture of her new bodyguard. I’ll be doing a little digging later today. Want to know who he is. Can’t be too careful when she’s involved.
“You can leave me at the back,” she says. “I can go around the yard.”
I hate that she has to sneak around with me, but I can’t exactly expose myself either.
“I’ll be around. Call me if you need anything. My number is in your cell.”
She grins. “I know.”
Winking back, she hops out and gives me one final look before she disappears into the house.
Rolling back onto the road, I start back toward my home, but atthe last second, I change my mind. I didn’t intend to do this now, not when there’s a killer and damn traffickers after her. Too many fucking variables I can’t control.
But I can control this. I can take what I’ve been wanting to for so long, since the first time I found out she didn’t love me.
That I was dispensable.
Now, it’s her chance to repent and beg for my forgiveness. And when I’m through with her, I’ll deliver her body to her sons in pieces. The only sons she ever gave a fuck about.
Keys jingle in the door, footsteps slowly creeping closer while I wait in her kitchen. My mother has no idea what I look like. She never even realized I was hers when I talked to her in the supermarket. I was just a random guy. If I had a heart, it’d break.
But I don’t have one. She made sure of that.
She hums a tune, switching on the light and illuminating the space already bathed by the rays of the sun.
I keep myself well-hidden behind a partial wall while still being able to see her.
Her cell rings, and she instantly answers.
Fuck. I need her off it.
“Hey, Raph. How are you, sweetheart? How’s Nicolette?”
There’s a few seconds of quiet, my pulse ripping through my throat at the sound of my twin’s name.
I hate him with equal fervor. Hate them all with a passion so deep, I ache to spill their blood. But she’s the one I want. The one whose death I’ve been imagining my entire life.
As I got older, I’d lie there and close my eyes as the nuns whipped me, and I’d see her throat ripped open as though I had done it with my own teeth. An animal of their creation. A beastwho haunted their dreams, turning them into nightmares.
And I’m her grim reaper. Wicked as they come.
