Page 130 of The Devil's Heir
FIFTY-NINE
Liliana
When Jarek left, I was livid. Why wouldn't he take me with him? It happened to me—I should at least be there when he hands out Heath's punishment.
A thought sprung to my mind…Jarek's going to kill Heath!
I didn't hesitate. I went to Jarek's side of the bed, where I knew he kept one of his guns, and grabbed it. I hated what I was about to do, but I figured I'd just ask Jackson for forgiveness afterward. Thankfully, Fran and Heidi were nowhere around because although Fran would have cheered me on, she would have been pissed that I held Jackson at gunpoint.
We all love Jackson; of course, I could never hurt him. I had removed the bullets, making sure the chamber was clear as well before I pointed it at him. I have a lot of makeup to do because I don't blame Jackson one bit for the silent treatment I've received since we left.
No matter what Heath had done, I just didn't know if I could allow Jarek to kill him. He was my best friend at one time, and he had gone through some shit. I know what he was going to do to me, and what hedidto me is unforgivable, but is it worth his life?
Standing here in the cell now, studying the man I once knew inside and out, I just don't see that person anymore. Heath's mocking grin grates on my nerves as he stares back, and he doesn't look sorry in the least.
I was worried that I was too late when I saw the blood all over Jarek once he told me it wasn't his. Now, I'm wishing it was Heath's. I didn't know the other guy well at all, and although I feel bad that he lost his life, I can breathe a little easier knowing he won't come after me again.
The heated words between Jarek and Heath don't faze me as I keep my eyes on Heath. I know he's pissing Jarek off, but there isn't much I can do about it. He's making his own bed. It isn't until I hear Heath's callous words about our child that I push away from the wall.
I don't move any further, but I am readying myself for whatever Jarek has planned. I hold my breath when he holds up a long, sharp knife.
"Stop!" I call out just before Jarek plunges it into Heath's gut.
Jackson tries grabbing for me but one glare from me has my friend stepping back. I walk over to Jarek and take the knife from his hand.
"What are you doing, Lily?"
"Why must everything end in killing?" I gaze into his dark, brooding eyes.
"When someone touches my possessions and threatens the people I love, they will not live to see another day or get the chance to try again. This is the world I live in, and it's now the world you live in. Let me protect you, pauper. If your life means nothing to you, then think of our child."
My hand automatically comes to my stomach, and I feel the roundness of it. He's correct, but it's still not right. I let my eyes wander to Heath, who's still smirking, but I know it's a front. At least, I think it is.
"I'm sorry, I can't let you take his life…"
"That's right. We have a special relationship, Falcon. Your brat she carries means nothing to her," Heath sneers, arrogance dripping from every word. He then returns his attention to me and adds, "Let me go, baby, and we can get rid of the brat and be together."
I work on autopilot as I plunge the blade into Heath's stomach myself. Yanking it out, I stab him again.
"You will never lay your hands on my baby or me ever again!" I state through gritted teeth.
"Lily!" I hear Jarek's voice call out to me, but I ignore it as I make a few more holes in Heath's upper body.
It's not until I'm being pulled back do I let his words sink in.
"It's okay, baby. He's gone; he can't hurt you anymore." Jarek's voice is soft in my ear, and when I realize what I've just done, the knife clatters to the floor as I begin to shake.
"Oh God! I killed someone…"
"Shh,it's okay. He wasn't a good person…" Jarek states, but his words only have me whipping around to stare at him.
"You're not a good man either. Does that mean it's okay to kill you?" I ask Jarek.
There's a flash of something in his eyes. Was it hurt? No, it couldn't be—could it?
"By all means. If you think I'm a danger to you and our child, then do it. Kill me, Lily, because I will never let you go, and I will always kill anyone who hurts you." His eyes lower to the bloody knife on the floor. "Go ahead. Pick it up and do what you feel needs to be done."
My eyes burn, and I blink, but I feel a tear streak down my face when I do. Jarek's face softens, and he raises his hand to wipe the tear away, which only makes more of them fall.
