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“Jess,” Tek comes up behind me, making me jump.

“H-huh?”

“Come on. Coach is calling,” he tells me as he slings his arm around my shoulder and I relax a bit, smiling as I send themessage. What am I even worried about? It’s Frank, for fuck’s sake. Of course he’ll show up.

“Coming!” I slide my phone into bag and put my back on helmet.Of course he’ll come.

Chapter 25

Game Day

JESSICA

He didn’t show up…

Chapter 26

My Lord

FRANK

Something’s wrong!

“JESSICA!”

I jump up from bed, feeling around for my baby, but instinctively I know she’s not here. I leap from the bed, blurred vision be damned, and run down the stairs hunting for her.

“JESSICA!” I call out, walking through the home gym, the bathroom, and checking every other room, but she’s not here.Where the fuck is she?I look outside, running my hands through my hair, frowning at the night sky. It hasn’t been that long since I fell asleep since it’s still night.

Not to mention, I have on a different set of clothes, and I’ve been wiped clean.Did Jessica do this for me?The thought makes me happy, but it also displeases me that she had to care for me.I’M supposed to wait on HER hand and foot, not the other way around.

But more than the fucking time, I can’t believe I fell asleep.Shit!Nothing like this has ever happened. I can fuck for days, and I for fucking sure wouldn’t be the mother fucker passing out, so what the fuck is going on with me?I really must be dying.

I pass by the door, and her scent makes me pause. My eyes go to the alarm panel, and my lip curls when I see that the system is off.What the fuck?I know she didn’t guess.

When I hear the keypad sound outside and the doorknob turn, I stand there and wait until it opens and the cleaner opens the door. She screams as she and the man and woman she’s with stare, stunned.

“My Lord!” the head maid calls before they all go to their knees and bow.

“My wife…”

“A-are you referring t-to the young l-lady from earlier? I… kicked her ou—” She can’t finish her sentence before I reach down through her back, thrust my hand into her chest, cracking through bones, and grasp her heart, yanking it from her body. “L-Lord Met… wh…y,” she gasps, staring up at me, blood pouring from her eyes. I watch, fascinated as the heart continues to beat until it gradually slows to a stop.

“Why?” I question as I puncture it with my finger, twirling it around, leaning again the door jamb. “Now you know what it’s like to have your heart ripped out,” I sigh as I sling it across the room, splattering it against the wall. Then I place my foot on her head, applying pressure.

“I told you not to come… I informed you who my wife was, and you deliberately disobeyed me,” I grit through my teeth and I hear her skull crack. “And to add insult to injury,youkickedmywife out of her own cage… I mean home.” I apply more pressure and her eyeballs spill out and her skull shatters under my foot. “You deserve to die,” I sneer, wiping my foot on the man cowering before me. “Clean this up,” I demand and turn, walking away.

“Yes, my Lord,” they call out in unison as I make my way upstairs to get my phone when I hear it vibrate.

I see now that I’m not losing my balance as much as I was before. Also, I can see much more clearly with this weird eyesight, even though it gives me a headache.I guess what they say about getting better just before you die is true.

Once upstairs, I grasp my phone from the nightstand and my heart thumps when I see my wife’s texts.

Locked in : Hey baby, are you still sleeping?

Locked in : When you wake up text me I have something to ask you

Locked in : It’s EXTREMELY important!

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