Page 89 of Once A Villain

“You’re in no position to negotiate.” Axe sneers, his voice dripping with venom.

Spencer’s face is turning a scary shade of red, his eyes bulging.

“I’ll kill you!” my brother’s voice is strangled, desperate.

“And I will fucking enjoy watching the life drain from your eyes,” Axe growls.

“Stop! Please, stop. I’ll go. Just let him go.” I edge closer, trembling.

His grip loosens, and Spencer gasps for air, eyes blazing with fury.

“I’ll go,” I repeat, and Axe shoves Spencer to the floor, eyes locked on me.

“Rory, don’t go,” Spencer chokes out.

“It’ll be okay, Spencer. Just don’t fight him,” I say, trying to sound calm despite my shaking.

“You’re a dead man,” Spencer spits, venom in his voice.

Axe ignores him, his focus solely on me. My heart races, terror gripping me.

“We’re leaving. Now.”

I nod, too frightened to speak. He grabs my wrist tightly, dragging me out of the house. I stumble behind him, barely keeping up.

“She’s not safe with you! I will fucking kill you, Axel!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Axe barks at Spencer, not even glancing back. My mind whirls in fear and shock as we trudge down the long driveway.

“Axe, please,” I beg, trembling as we approach his car. He loosens his grip, but I’m frozen.

“Get in the car,” he snaps.

Thoughts of escape race in my mind.

Is this when it all goes wrong? Will he finally kill me?

“Are you going to hurt me?”

He sighs. “Rory, just get in the car.”

Every instinct screams to flee, but my feet are glued to the spot, terror anchoring me.

“Please,” I sob, tears streaming. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Stop,” he interrupts, frustration lacing his tone. “Just get in the car.”

As I reluctantly start moving, he grabs me and pulls me into a fierce kiss. My body stiffens, but I can’t help kissing him back.

His hands roam over me, and despite every warning bell in my head, I feel like giving in. Why am I letting this happen?

He breaks the kiss. “I’m not going to hurt you, Rory.”

“You’re lying,” I whisper, voice trembling. “You’re going to?—”

He silences me with another kiss. This time, I don’t resist. I know deep down this is wrong. He’s a psychopath, an abusive bastard. I should pull away, but the more he kisses me, the more I crave him.

I’m torn between my instincts and the overwhelming intensity of his kiss.

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