Page 101 of Soulless Deeds

Chaos reigned indeed, the colosseum vibrating with terror and confusion as Khaos hounds swarmed while errant bombs imploded the area. With the enclosed space and the deafening booms, there was no way I could regulate my Variant enough to reach my intended target. The sound waves and noise of the place made it impossible.

Which meant I’d have to kill her with my bare hands.

My eyes didn’t segway from Camilla’s cunt face, my focus so in-tune with every minute detail. She was the number-one target that I couldn’t let out of my kill zone. There was no escape.

Thenshecalled to me—that sugar-filled voice I now lived for.

“You promised, Echo. You promised.”Her words felt so distant, but not in any way less powerful. Only she could bring me back from the brink.

“Ghost,” I said, with all the reverence and devotion I could imbed into one word.

Spencer was right. I didn’t have to go at this alone anymore. I had a whole arsenal behind me and it was time I utilised those options.

Despite my fucked up history, all my fighting and pathetic reservations by pushing her away, my walls had finally crumbled. Itrustedher. I was ruined for any other.

And as I went to turn to my forever love—the one woman who deserved all my attention—that green-haired mutt revealed her last play.

I had gained Camilla’s attention. Through all the havoc, her eyes had gravitated towards me and bitter disgust slithered over my skin, making me feel slimy. Fucking violated.

Upon clocking my position, Camilla barely spared a glimpse of surprise before her mouth moulded into an impressive sneer—the same arrogant expression she wore when she pranced out of my apartment alongside my former best friend.

My resilience cracked, and then cracked some more until I was awash and drowning in betrayal and memory.

The utter need for retribution shot through my nervous system like wildfire, overtaking my faculties, my very senses. My sole awareness was fixated on annihilating that which I had been searching for years.

A poisonous obsession Ihadto eradicate.

And that’s how I got lost and inevitably was taken over.

“Forgive me?—"

I dodged the panicked crowd and vaulted on top of the narrow stone railing that circled the top of the arena. It was the only clear path and most direct avenue to the main podium to get to that conniving hag.

Despite the barrier of smoke, anarchic atmosphere and high risk of falling, vengeance was so close, my body was movingwithout a thought. Thus, I took advantage of the opening and pushed ahead, sparing one last thought for what I left behind.

Spencer. My heart. My fucking soul.

Her wounded mask flashed in my condemning mind before I shoved the image down, so fucking low that no one could touch it. To the box where I kept everything that I held precious. Now the total shape and size of my Ghost.

Her.Onlyher. No one else.

She had to understand, had to forgive me.Please,let her forgive me.

It was for her, for us.

She wanted toconquerher past. I neededtoerasemine.

With the last piece of poison gone, we could begin the rest of our lives with a clean slate. My former life buried six feet under, carving the way for an untarnished future.

As I balanced on the narrow beam, I vowed it would be the last time. The last time I’d break a promise. The last fucking time I’d ever willingly leave her side.

Speeding forward with renewed focus, I sprinted towards my inevitable fate.

The outline of Camilla blurred with the thick plumes of vapour fogging my vision. As if that would ever stop me.

I had picked up enough momentum that if I stopped, I’d surely lose my bearing and careen down into the fighting pit. So, instead, I sped up, letting her hear my approach. And as she turned, I hurtled off the bannister and landed a solid flying fist into her gut.

A resounding thump sounded alongside a shrieking scream of agony.Mm. The sound almost made me hard, but I’d rathercut off my dick than have it in any way associated with her. Pain-induced or not.

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