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“You let your husband beat you up for years, but now you’re afraid of my hug? That’s what I call irony… Damn it, Beauty. I’ve done nothing to you! I treated you like a queen! So why are you so afraid of me?” I get louder and louder because I simply can’t control myself anymore.

My fingers dig into your upper arms, and I stare you down, making you fucking answer me. Your sobs increase, and your beautiful eyes widen even more. You look at me the way you looked at your husband before I kicked him out. Fuck!

“Don’t look at me like that, Beauty!” I yell, shaking you lightly so you’ll finally come to your senses.

I’m not the enemy or the bad guy here. He was the pig who beat you up for years. Why are you more afraid of me now than you are of him? It just doesn’t make sense to me.

“Please, Ezra. Please… don’t hurt me. Leave June and me alone. Please. If you love me, you’ll let us go,” you whisper, so full of panic that I can barely hear you.

“Did you beg him like that, too?” I shout angrily, barely able to control myself. “You belong to me! I can’t let you go! Never! I love you, and you love me too! You left your husband for me! We will be happy. I promise you, Beauty. But you’ll have to meet me halfway, okay?” I press out angrily through clenched teeth.

I don’t want to hurt you. Please don’t make me do it and say you love me! SAY IT!!!, I scream at you in my mind so that you finally understand and tell me what I want to hear, what you’ve been trying to say to me all along. You love me…

“Okay. I’ll… stay with you. But please… you’re hurting me, Ezra,” you cry, and I immediately loosen my grip on your arms because I don’t want to be like him.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you. Promise me you won’t run away? Let’s talk, baby, okay? Sort everything out,” I reply in a calm voice.

My insides still feel like a ticking time bomb, but I want to believe you. I want everything to be okay again. And above all, I want to make up with you… Fuck, do you realize how badly I want to make up with you, baby? My cock has been screaming for you for days. No matter how many times I’ve fucked your daughter, she’s not you. I need you!

You nod, and I notice you relax. Relieved, I breathe and press a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, slowly loosening my grip and letting go of you.

Everything is going to be okay. We can do this! We are strong.

Satisfied, I nod and keep a little more distance so that you can see that I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to talk, to finally hold you in my arms again. To finally be able to kiss and taste you again. I’ve almost forgotten what that’s like. This is not how it’s supposed to be, Beauty!

“Come on, let’s sit down and work through everything that's come between us,” I say, reaching for the keys you’re nervously twisting in your fingers.

You tense up briefly, giving me pause, but then you hand me your keys, nod, and walk to your kitchen table. I want to switch on the light because we’re still standing in your dark kitchen, but you run toward the front door when I turn back to you.

“Fuck, Beauty!” I growl and sprint after you.

You mustn’t run away from me! But above all, I mustn’t let you get away.

I cut you off at the front door. Like an agile rabbit, you dash and run up the stairs. I take two steps at a time to follow you. You’re fast, baby. But not fast enough. Sorry…

At the top of the stairs, I finally get hold of you again, grab you by the arm, and turn you around to face me. Unexpectedly, you ram your elbow against my nose as I turn. I didn’t see that punch coming either. I’m impressed, baby. This is the second time you’ve caught me stone cold, something many guys from my club don’t manage to do even once. But maybe I don’t give you enough credit.

Unfortunately, your punch causes me to let go of you momentarily, and you stagger on the landing until you lose your balance and fall. My hand snaps forward to stop you from falling, but I reach into the void and watch you fall. Your petite body hits the hard steps again and again. Your screams eventually fall silent until you hit the marble floor downstairs in the hallway with a thud. Blood immediately oozes from your skull. NO! No! No! No! NOOOOO! Not you!

I run down the stairs and fall to my knees when I reach you. I wipe your curls out of your beautiful face. You are not dead! You can’t be dead; I pray in a continuous loop as I check your pulse. NO!

My heart skips a beat. You… I…

A scream escapes my throat, and I take you in my arms because I can’t just leave you there. You belong to me!

I don’t know how long I sit on the floor and just hold you in my arms—cradling you like a small, sleeping child. I look down at your beautiful face. You look so peaceful. You’re happy now. I will not leave you here. I will take you with me because you’re mine, baby!

Forgive me, Beauty. I couldn’t save you from my darkness either… I’ll never forgive myself for that!

Epilogue

I look through the window with tears in my eyes, watching as Kelly breaks the news to my daughter that I might be dead because they found all the blood in our house. In my mind, I apologize to Kelly for putting her in this position, for forcing her to deliver this heart-wrenching message. We had this exact conversation just a few hours ago, discussing what she should do if I didn’t come back. And now, it seems that’s exactly what’s happened—I’m never coming back. Because Ezra King has officially murdered me…

A few hours earlier…

I wake up groaning, and at first, I don’t know what has happened to me. Where am I? Why… am I still alive?

My head is pounding, and I grab the throbbing spot. I feel a bandage and don’t understand what has happened to me. Gradually, fragmented memories piece themselves together in my aching mind, and the full picture of what happened becomes clear again.

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