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I crawl back into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin and curling into a foetal position. Tears stream down myface, but I don’t bother trying to muffle my sobs. The pain is too much, too raw to contain.

Felix’s touch is like a salve, softening the hard edges of the nightmare I’m living. But now that he’s gone, the fear creeps back in, whispering that I’ll never truly be free from the darkness that has haunted me for so long.

Chapter Nine

Felix Greyson

Istorm out of Aurora’s room.

My fists are clenched so tight I feel my nails cutting into my palms. My blood boils in my veins. The thought of that fucker, Nick, still walking around alive makes me see red. Aurora doesn’t deserve to live in fear because of him.

“Angel,” I snarl into my phone after only two rings. “I need you to trace a motherfucker for me. Nicholas Morgan. Find out where this piece of shit is hiding.”

“Got it, Felix. Give me a sec,” Angel replies, his voice calm and efficient, a sharp contrast to my barely restrained fury. I hear his fingers tapping on the keyboard as he works his magic.

“Tell me the second you have something,” I demand, pacing back and forth in the hotel hallway like a caged animal. Normally, I’d take care of this myself, no questions asked. But Aurora has changed everything. She’s becomemy vulnerability, my obsession, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone hurt her.

“Alright, Felix… I’ve got a location,” Angel says after what feels like an eternity. “But are you sure about this?”

“Just give me the address,” I growl, feeling the adrenaline course through me, charging every nerve ending with electric anticipation as I jump behind the wheel of the rental car.

“Fine,” Angel relents. “It’s 132 Eastwood Drive. Be careful, man.”

“132 Eastwood Drive,” I repeat the address Angel gave me, my knuckles white as I grip the rental’s steering wheel. “You better be there, Nicholas Morgan.”

The engine purrs beneath me as I speed through the streets, the GPS guiding me with its cold, robotic voice. Every second feels like a lifetime, but I’m focused on one thing—finding that piece of shit and making him pay.

“Turn left in 500 meters,” the GPS instructs. I follow the directions, turning onto a street that looks more like a battlefield than a neighbourhood. Trash piles are on the sidewalks, houses sit abandoned with boarded-up windows, and the stench of decay is overwhelming. My skin crawls at the thought of Aurora being anywhere near this hellhole.

“Arrived at your destination,” the emotionless voice says. I slam on the brakes, the tyres screeching against the pavement. The house in front of me is a crumbling wreck, barely standing under the weight of its own rot. It makes my blood boil to think he’s been hiding here like the fucking cockroach he is.

“Alright, Felix, time to do what you do best,” I mutter to myself, pushing open the car door and stepping into thedarkness. I can feel the anger pulsing inside me, driving me forward with each step. I don’t need a plan. I just need to get my hands on him.

I pull out my phone, glancing at the trace Angel put on it, and confirm I’m in the right place. “This is it,” I growl out, stalking towards the decaying building with purpose. “Time for some justice, darling.”

I feel my emotions go numb as a calm settles over me. This is how it is every time I kill someone. It’s like a blanket of peace.

I march into the house without hesitation, not bothering to knock or announce my presence. The place is a fucking pigsty, an abomination of filth and despair—rotten food on the floor, clothes strewn about, and empty alcohol bottles piled high. How does anyone live like this?

Kitchen knife will do,I think, pushing through the mess and making my way to the kitchen. My eyes quickly dart around the room, spotting a filthy knife next to a mouldy loaf of bread. Perfect. I snatch it up, feeling the weight in my hand before I push it into my back pocket.

“Let’s go find our friend, Nick,” I mutter under my breath, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I kick open each door in turn, my heart pounding with anticipation. Finally, I burst into a room where a man sits on a shitty mattress, lighting a cigarette as if he owns the place.

“Who the fuck are you?” I demand, raising the knife menacingly. His eyes widen, but he doesn’t bother hiding his annoyance.

“Name’s Nick, asshole,” he spits out, blowing a puff of smoke in my direction. “What the hell do you want?”

“Nick, huh?” I say, smirking. “Well, that’s just perfect.” I stride towards him, the fury inside me boiling over. He takes a drag from his cigarette before flicking it aside, feigning confidence. It’s not going to help him now.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?” I snarl as I grab his collar and start pummelling his face with my free hand. Blood sprays onto my knuckles, and I can feel his bones crack beneath my blows. He tries to fight back, but he’s nothing compared to me. Pathetic.

“Shouldn’t have messed with my girl,” I growl, slamming another fist into his already battered face. The room seems to vibrate with the force of my rage. His hands claw at mine, trying to break free, but I’m relentless. I won’t stop until he’s dead.

“Fuck you!” Nick spits out, blood dribbling down his chin. “You don’t own her!”

“Shut your fucking mouth!” I roar in response, dragging him off the bed and throwing him to the filthy floor. My heart races like a wild beast as I pin him down, darkness seeping into every corner of my vision.

“Please,” he chokes out, eyes wide with fear. “Don’t?—”

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