Page 69 of Die For Me

I grabbed her by the throat to shut her the fuck up. “Jackie, little girl. Is that what you call me?” I guided her inside, slamming the door shut with my foot.

Her eyes watered as she shook her head. “I’m sorry, daddy,” she breathed out.

“Where is she?” I squeezed harder.

“I don’t—I don’t—”

I had to let her go if I wanted any answers. I released my hand, and she gasped for breath.

“I don’t know. Does that matter? You have me now. I will serve you, daddy. I love you.” She inched in closer to me.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Do not speak unless you’re spoken to, Jackie. On your knees,” I instructed.

She thinks I still want her?She really was fucking delusional. She looked up at me with her wide hazel eyes as she got on her knees. She looked so fucking eager. It was something I used to love about her, but now it repulsed me.

“Eyes on the floor.”

She did as she was told.

“You’re willing to serve me completely? Do as I say?” I slowly walked around her in circles. Her chest rose and fell quickly.

“Yes, daddy.”

I thought for a moment. “Call Hana. Tell her you’re a fucking liar. Make her believe you.”

She was silent for a moment. “I can’t. Then she will take you back,” she cried quietly.

“So you won’t obey me. Not a very good little girl, are you?” I hissed angrily.

She continued to cry. I took her by the hair and threw her on the floor. She thought she could ruin me and Hana? I would make her pay.

“Please, daddy,” she cried pathetically from the floor.

“Shut the fuck up!” I yelled, making her flinch. “You have ruined fuckingeverything, Jackie. You think I would want to be with you after you sabotaged my relationship with Hana? How fucking daft are you?”

I punched the wall in the walkway. I was tempted to tie her up, force her to stay in a cold room upstairs, alone and afraid. But I needed to be a better man for Hana. I needed to show her that I was a changed man. Perhaps I could even convince her that I never did those things. Whatever it took, I was going to find Hana and make her believe me. She would be mine, Jack would be dead, and I would be the man that Hana had worshiped since the first time “sir” came out of her mouth.

Jack

I had been refreshing Hana’s location practically every minute for hours now. I could see that she was almost home. I was eager to have her back to me.

I looked out the window from the living room, looking for any sign of her.Not yet.

When she left last night, I was fucking terrified. She was so upset, and I hated the way she looked at me as the elevator doors closed, taking away my Hana. It took everything in me to not physically follow her, but I did check her location to make sure she got to Emily’s, or wherever she was going, safely. I had nothing to say to Michael; he was the one that started this whole tiff that could have easily been avoided. I even tried to shut my mouth, but he wouldn’t budge. I quickly took another elevator downstairs, letting Michael take care of the bill. Of course the elevator had to stop on nearly every fucking floor on the way down.

I texted Hana as I walked toward the train station:I’m sorry, love. That was ridiculous. I will do better, I promise.

I nearly chewed my lip off as I watched Hana’s location go from Williamsburg to Cobble Hill, verifying my theory that she was going to Emily’s. That’s when I texted Adam. When he let me know she was there, I sluggishly made my way back to our apartment. I hated walking into it alone. I hadn’t realizedhow much I truly needed Hana’s attention, or at least for her to be in the same vicinity as me. I hadn’t realized how much my happiness depended on her, and it hurt like hell knowing she wasn’t close to me. I wrote her a long letter describing everything I loved about her. I lay in our bed, hugging her pillow. I sent her a picture of myself holding the pillow close to my face, telling her how much I missed her. I sent her voice notes telling her that she was the love of my life. I couldn’t believe I was actually letting her be away from me this long. Each minute that passed made my heart sting just a little more. Eventually, I fell asleep after jerking off to our sex video.

I woke up with a text from Michael the next morning:Let’s be civil for Hana. Why don’t we all meet at the apartment today?This fucking twat.

I responded:Yeah mate. We’ll see you there later.

I checked Hana’s location again. She was at her old apartment? She was with Billie? Fucking great. The way Billie hated me, I could only hope she hadn’t swayed Hana’s opinion of me. We had been through too much for her to listen to her friend that she hadn’t talked to in months. Billie had no idea what our love was like now. No one except Hana and I knew that.

Shortly after Michael’s text, Hana called me. I had never felt so fucking relieved. She wanted to make sure Michael wasn’t lying to her—that was a good sign. She was starting to trust him less. Having Jackie approach her at the show was sure to work, and Michael would finally be out of our lives for good.

Only twenty minutes or so later, Hana was calling me again. I was all showered and ready for her to come home to me, so I answered cheerfully.

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