Page 91 of Forsaken Devotion: Part 2
She wasn’t getting away. I wouldn’t allow it. I dug my fingernails into her wrist until blood burst under them. She screeched, and the gun clattered to the ground. I quickly shoved it under the car with a swipe of my palm.
Her hand slapped across my face with repeated swipes, but I had one goal: get my hands around her neck.
I dug my fingernails into her throat and put my weight on my hands. Her eyes bulged, and she slapped at my face, but I didn’t relent, enjoying her struggle.
I squeezed and squeezed, only able to think about my dad and everything she’d done. Everything she’d taken away from me. The damage couldn’t be repaired, but it would be avenged.
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Cierra’s eyes slowly shut, and she stopped fighting. Still, I didn’t let go, gritting my teeth from the force I exerted. Her face slackened, head falling to the side. Irrefutable pleasure made my grip harder. She’d had my father killed. She’d touchedmymate. Twice, she’d tried to kill me.
If I kept squeezing, she’d be done. No longer a problem. I wanted it, but it seemed too peaceful for my liking. She’d destroyed my life. All because she wanted someone who didn’t belong to her.
Finger by finger, I released her throat.
Her head flopped to the side, and she remained still. I felt the side of her throat for a pulse. As sluggish as it was, her heart was still beating. I stood and blew a few strands that had escaped from the now-loose bun. I didn’t take my eyes off her as I gathered my hair and tied it into a high ponytail.
Standing, I grabbed her ankles and dragged her toward the back of the van. The doors were still open. The bitch was heavier than she looked. I grunted and heaved to sit her upright. She flopped on the concrete.
The next time I propped her up, I kept her there by keeping my knee against her side. I grabbed her wrist and, with a pull, got half her body inside, and then I grabbed her leg to shove her the rest of the way in. She landed with a loud thud. Once I made sure there was no way for her to get out, I shut the doors and slumped against them.
The throb in my arm was becoming more pronounced.
An elongated, mocking whistle had me whirling. The imposing silhouette of a man stood multiple feet away, hands in his pockets. I could only see half his face from the light coming from the building.
Gideon Drake.
“That was quite impressive.”
I growled, narrowing my eyes at him. He was dressed in a suit, and it was clear he was one of the people attending the event.
“I should beat you bloody,” I hissed. He looked at me, the corners of his lips twitching.
“You’re welcome to try.” His grin showed too many teeth. I should have grabbed the gun that had skidded under the van.
The asshole knew I couldn’t attack him without cause. If I tried, he could easily use that against me. It was his word against mine, and he would be believed more than me, even if I was Luna.
He must have seen the resignation on my face. Hate boiled through my veins. I loathed this man with every fiber of my being.
“One day, you’ll care about something?—”
“Just like Lucian?” His smirk made me grit my teeth.
“When that day comes, you’ll regret all the damage you’ve done.” It might not be me, but I hoped to Moon I was there to witness that smirk being slapped off his face.
He threw his head back, chortling. Just as suddenly as he started laughing, he cut off.
“I will never have a weakness. Pathetic girl.”
My lips tightened, and I narrowed my eyes at him. Like a sign from the Moon, a group of a few men in suits strode toward the smoking area in front of the building. Their booming, deep laughs echoed across the lot.
“Help!” I screamed, backing into the van.
“Shut up,” he snapped, eyes sweeping the surroundings. I audibly dragged in a breath for a louder scream. “You little fucking cunt. Fine.” He put his hands in the air and backed up between the vehicles to make his way back to the venue.
I only relaxed when he disappeared.
A sharp howl rent the air. Movement caught my eye, and the moonlight caught the reflection of a wolf’s eyes. And then another. A dark wolf, large and quick, darted behind a car. Lucian walked out from behind it a few moments later, naked.
