Page 48 of Asphyxia
We both knew she was capable of killing Amber without an ounce of remorse. So why was I frozen where I stood, unable to step in? Did I somewhat want Madison to get rid of her?
“All she’ll do is continue to hurt others. She doesn’t believe she did anything wrong, and the next man that crosses her path will suffer the same abuse you once did.” Madison’s voice broke with the strain of holding Amber in place. “Just because it wasn’t physical doesn’t make it any better…”
And two wrongs didn’t make a right, but fuck if the idea of watching Madison end Amber for Dean’s sake wasn’t poetic justice…
I mean, it was true; Amber never physically harmed or abused Dean, at least from what I gathered—nothing compared to what Adrian had done to Madison.
Adrian… All the pieces suddenly fell into place. She’s not only doing this for Dean but for herself. Ridding the Earth from another version of Adrian.
Amber struggled in Madison’s grasp, clawing and flailing her hands as she fought for air. Her eyes flicked to Dean, pleading, begging for him to stop Madison and force her to let her go—to save her.
Dean glanced over his shoulder at me, and I found myself in the same fucking position as him, wondering what the fuck to do.
Do we stop Madison or let her take her anger out on Amber, killing her right here and now?
“Fuck…” I heard Dean sigh a curse before releasing his hold on Madison and stepping aside.
I didn’t question him. I should have, but I didn’t.
This was Dean’s decision—his fucking choice, and I would support him regardless of the outcome.
I may have hated the self-centered bitch, but I never wished her dead.
Dean, apparently, felt otherwise.
Amber whimpered again as she witnessed him stepping away before reconnecting her watery eyes with the woman who was about to end her life.
“I’m going to make myself clear.” Madison stepped into Amber, her voice hollow yet full of malice. “You’re going to die, not because you insulted me—and honestly, I’ve been called far worse—but because you dared to manipulate and hurt the oneman you never fucking deserved in the first place.My. Fucking. Man.”
Amber’s eyes slowly rolled to the back of her head, her strangled gasps turning silent as the last breaths of air left her lungs. She released Madison’s wrist, arms dropping to her sides as the life left her body altogether.
What. The. Fuck…
Did we seriously just stand by and watch Madison fucking murder someone?
“Dean.” I breathed as my eyes shifted to meet his, and I swallowed the bile that burned the back of my throat.
Dean just shook his head as he sucked in a breath, his hands fisted tightly at his side. I could see them shaking from the strain.
Madison released Amber, her body falling to the floor, nothing more than a limp rag doll. She then angled her head to speak over her shoulder in my direction.
“A lesson in what happens to anyone who so much as attempts to touch what’s mine.” She growled before stepping over Amber’s lifeless body and sauntering her way back down the hall to Dean’s bedroom. “Boys care to join me? I promise I won’t bite… too hard.” Her lustful voice echoed towards us, sending a chill down my spine.
“Dude…” I blew out a low whistle and sighed as I approached Dean, who was still staring at Amber’s lifeless body.
My gaze drifted down the hall to where Madison made her exit before looking back at Dean, both of us sliding our hands into our pockets.
We didn’t exchange a single word while we stood there, unable to comprehend what we had just witnessed—both of us judging our moral compasses and struggling to decide where to go from here.
I caught a glimmer of defiance in his eyes before Dean turned on his heel and stalked toward his bedroom, leaving me alone to rationalize even further.
“Fuck it,” I breathed out in answer before biting my cheek and following after him.
I guess we’re both going to hell tonight.
C'est la fucking vie.
Chapter 23
