Page 66 of Skating Towards Danger

Uh oh.

“You are going to grab your shit, then you’re going to write a note to Dante that you and he are over, then you’re going to follow me!” she demands, and I swallow hard when I catch sight of Dante, now wearing his jeans, creeping behind her, a knife in his hand, his eyes hard.

Oh god, this cannot be happening.

“Dante is mine,” she says obliviously, “I have waited years for him to notice me, for him to fuck me, I will not have a whore come and ruin it, now pack your stuff, and then you and I are going to go for a little drive to the docks!”

Oh, how original, the docks. What are we in some action movie?

“My wife is not a whore,” Dante sneers in her ear from behind her making her stiffen, “And I am not yours. I am hers, and you bitch have just fucked up!”

Dante brings the knife up and slices across her throat, making my eyes widen as I step back before her body falls to the floor while she’s gasping for breath as she tries to stop the bleeding with panic.

Minutes, that is how long it takes before she dies before me while Dante stands stoically behind her showing no emotion.

I don’t blink, I don’t swallow, I don’t even think I’m breathing as I look into Caz’s dead eyes. I’m unable to move, to think.

She came to kill me, and now, she’s dead.

“Paige, get dressed!” Dante snaps, but my body won’t move.

She’s dead, he killed her.

Chapter 28

Paige

I stare into Caz’s dead eyes, my own wide with shock, my skin clammy.

Blood pours from her neck from where her body is slumped on the white carpeted flooring, well now red, the blood staining it.

I’ve never seen a dead body before, heck, I’ve never seen someone killed in front of me before. Wait, does my momma count? I mean technically she was dead after she hit the roof of the car before I was knocked out.

Bile rises as Dante’s voice echoes, “Roman, I need a clean-up in my room.” he quiets for a moment before he snaps, “No, I didn’t fucking kill my wife, you fucking idiot, but I did kill Caz in front of her after she held a gun to my wife’s head.”

I flinch at his words as a figure comes into view and I look up as a hand touches my arm, and lock eyes with Rhett.

Wait, when did Dante call him?

Rhett’s face is stone cold, and he states, “Let’s go, sweetheart…”

I swallow hard and look back at the dead body, Caz’s eyes still open, still covered in blood, and Rhett gently pulls my arm and pulls me out of the hotel room.

“Here, Paige put these on,” Rhett says as he passes me my jeans. I look at them in his hand and look down at my bare legs, Dante’s shirt just reaching the middle of my thighs. I blink before taking them, and slowly, very slowly, I put them on before Rhett hands me my sneakers next.

I can feel my heart pound as I bend and put them on, the sight of blood filling my vision, and I gag before I turn and vomit, unable to keep it in.

“Fuck,” Rhett curses before I feel hands in my hair, grabbing it, and I heave onto the floor, the corndog I ate at the game not tasting as good coming back up as it did going down.

I gag for a couple of more minutes before I hear, “Fuck, Rhett, is she okay?”

He replies, “She will be Roman, she’s just in shock.”

Roman sighs, “He shouldn’t have killed her in front of her.”

“He didn’t really have a choice, she had a gun held to her head,” Rhett mutters as I slowly stand, dizziness taking hold, causing me to grab Rhett’s arm in support before I lock eyes with Romans's dark blue ones, ones like Dantes.

He gives me a sad smile as he approaches, then takes me in his arms, hugging me, and I place my head on his shoulder.

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