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“That’s the problem with women like you.” Adrian ground out through a clenched jaw. “Always believing in fucking fairy tales. As if they will save you from the harsh truth of reality. You need to wake up, Madison, and see the white lies and red flags for what they truly are, not for what you wish them to be.”
“I am a red fucking flag, thanks to none other than you. You did this to me, Adrian. You fucked me up, and now—nowI—” My emotions were getting the better of me. Everything flooded my mind all at once; I didn’t know what to feel. “Fuck!” I screamed in unrestrained malevolence as I ripped the knife from his thigh and pressed the tip right up against his adam’s apple.
“That’s it? No long, drawn-out plan of pain and torture so you can get your revenge on me for all those years of work I put into you? I must admit, you did enjoy all of the times I filled you until I was dripping down those easily spreadable legs.”
I couldn’t help the sadistic, unhinged laugh that projected from my throat.
How could someone be so fucked in the head that the mere threat of death does absolutely nothing to their rationality?
“Fuck you, Adrian. All you ever did was waste your time painting yourself in the devil’s image. Eliciting fear in those who questioned you. Destroying the lives of everyone who dared to cross your path in a manner that didn’t suit your undying desire for world domination—”
“I am the fucking devil, sweetheart. I make the rules; I own this world and the next. Mark my words; I did you a favor in the end. I made you strong instead of weak. If it weren’t for me, you’d probably be on your knees whoring yourself out for fucking scraps on the street. While you were a good fuck, you were a useless, hopeless romantic, and that alone will always be your pathetic downfall.”
Adrian’s true colors, bleeding as black as his soul.
Unable to endure this exchange any longer, I pulled out the handgun I had tucked in the back waistband of my pants andracked the slide before placing the barrel directly between Adrian’s brows, aiming for his fucked up brain.
Two pieces of my heart stood just outside the door, waiting for me, and I was no longer affected by the antagonizing piece of shit lying before me.
“There are five stages of grief, Adrian, and I’ve finally managed to reach the sixth…”
I was over listening to his tirade, through with hating myself for what I had become, fucking done withhim.
I deserved so much better…
“The devil isn’t bulletproof,sweetheart.”...and I pulled the trigger.“Burn in fucking hell.”
Chapter 34
Marcus
Reactingoninstinct,Iripped open the door to the cell the moment I heard the ear-splitting sounds of a gun going off, praying to god that it wasn’t Adrian who pulled the fucking trigger.
“What the fuck!”
Dean followed on my heels as we both entered the cell and found Madison standing over Adrian’s lifeless body, a handgun dangling at her side.
“Ever have one of those moments where someone just continues to ramble on and on, and won’t shut up, even for a second, to the point that you’d rather put a bullet in your head than listen to them talk anymore?” Madison’s voice was hollow as she focused on the blood that spilled down the side of Adrian’s forehead.
She had nailed him with a single bullet right between the eyes, a perfect shot.
I calmly stepped up behind her and lightly glided my hand down her arm to where she held the gun firmly in her hand.
“I’ve got you, Mads," I murmured beside her ear, biding my time to avoid her snapping altogether.
She loosened her grip without prying or force, allowing me to remove the weapon and seamlessly pass it off to Dean.
“Pretty words and white lies…” Madison mumbled almost to the point that I didn’t think I heard her correctly.
“Kitten.” I snaked my hand around her waist, pulling her back into me. “What happened?”Aside from the fucking bullet hole in Adrian’s head…
Dean and I couldn’t hear anything in the primary cell block. Leaving us oblivious to whatever had been exchanged between the two of them.
If they were arguing or fighting, we didn’t hear a word.
“Love is real. Isn’t it?” She rushed out, her head snapping to the side, her tear-filled eyes connecting with mine.
I frowned at her in response, wondering why either of them would have brought up the topic of love. I mean, I knew at one point they loved each other—but real? Why was she asking if love was real?
