Page 8 of Scarred Sins
“Not even death can do us part,’’ I murmur, repeating the words that Dad often says about Mom.
My eyes close and the image of Blair’s face forms behind closed lids. That’s exactly how I feel about my butterfly. From the moment I laid my eyes on her, she was mine. Soon enough, I’ll formally introduce myself as Arlo De Santis, not the Benjamin Miller she knew while she was in prison.
“Wait for me, butterfly,’’ I mutter. “I’ll come for you soon.’’
The night settled on the horizon long ago. The soft wind promises a warm morning tomorrow, the stars in the sky shining ever so brightly.
It’s about ten in the evening, and Blair’s finishing up her shift at the restaurant, tired from the intense day. I hoped today wouldn’t be as busy – I hate seeing her overworked. But of course, it had to be a very busy day.
My pretty girl handled it well.
Pride blooms in my chest at the thought.
However, it’s not as good as I originally thought. The plan was to wait for her to close up, follow her home to ensure her safety, then return to the place I’ve been staying at. But around eight o’clock, a man dropped by the restaurant for takeout.
From what I heard, since I do have the entire restaurant bugged since she started working there, the food took a little longer than usual to be prepared since it was busy. The man, whose name I learned to be Simon, waited patiently by the bar and ordered himself some beer.
It’s not anything unusual to grab a drink while waiting for the order to be prepared; however, the way he is looking at Blair makes my blood boil.
I hacked into the security system, getting access to every camera. I’m parked down the street, near the restaurant, watching their interaction through the screen of my laptop. I can’t have Blair seeing me before the time’s right.
Simon looks at Blair like she’s a piece of meat.
His eyes are focused on her chest more than the lips that are speaking to him, and when she turns around to pour him another glass of beer, his eyes are glued to her ass, barely blinking.
My ass.Mine.
It’s enough to throw me off the goddamn rails. Though simply staring hardly warrants me to reveal myself to Blair sooner than planned, it’s Simon who I have plans on removing from existence for daring to stare at my butterfly.
Their conversation is very much one-sided.
Blair is playing nice until she realizes that he is leaning over the bar, almost getting into her personal space. She backs up, though this time her smile holds venom that he doesn’t seem to notice. Quickly, she realizes the hidden meaning behind his innocent questions, and she’s far from happy.
He asks about her boyfriend, living arrangements, and if she has a ride home.
Politely, Blair declined his offer to drive her home, and it seems to piss him off.
I shouldn’t be too surprised.
Each and every time a man would hit on her, my butterfly would turn them down without a second thought. She has a ring on the fourth finger on her left hand, always telling men that she was happily engaged. Almost as if she’s waiting for me.
Simon doesn’t back down, though. Her telling him that she’s engaged just angers him, but he’s aware that he can’t do much tonight.
Reluctantly, he leaves when his food is prepared, his gaze lingering on Blair for a little too fucking long.
She sighs out in relief as soon as he’s out the door, but she doesn’t realize that he isn’t leaving quite yet.
In fact, he waits in the darkness for her to lock up the restaurant and walk down the street. He slowly starts following her from a safe distance to the bus station. Evidently, he isn’t that stupid. In case she turns around, he always has a dark corner where to hide so she can’t spot him. It’s enough that the motherfucker has the audacity to follow a woman for me to snap, even less when it’s my fucking woman.
That’s when I leave the car silently, with my favorite knife in hand, and start closing the distance between us.
Rage builds in my body; blood runs cold in my veins. My knuckles turn white from the tight grip on the knife as I pick up the pace, catching up with him. I’m always silent on my feet, my presence unnoticeable until I want it noticed.
Simon realizes that her bus would be there soon, and he speeds up, trying to close the distance between them. However, I’ll never allow that pest to be within a breathing distance of Blair, ever again.
Once is too many times.
Blair’s movements come to a halt when she reaches the stop, waiting for the bus. It’s the only time I have to take out the motherfucker.
