Page 96 of Serena
“Look! These are the scars that remind me every day of what happened to me because of you.”
I look at Ian and motion for him to come. I put on the gloves that I requested. My hand trembles as I put it into theplastic container. I pick up a shard of glass, and I calm myself. Counting.Respira,I tell myself.
“Ian, baby, will you hold him still?” His smile reaches his eyes.
“Anything my girl wants. I’d like to add, this is a huge turn on.”
I know the feeling. He’s wearing one of his T-shirts that I love, with black jeans and those tattoos. Damn.
I look at my phone. I see the location of one of my scars and find the corresponding area on Byran’s back. I press the glass into him, and I hear his screams, but I don’t care. If anything, it brings me joy. I press the glass deep into his skin; blood drips down his back. Some of it splatters onto me. I do it again and again and again until his back is marked just like mine.
My shirt is covered in blood; sweat coats my skin. I look up at Ian, and he’s lost in this as much as I am. After killing Stephan, I felt nothing. Byran is different. He knew me for years. He told me he cared about me. Made me feel special, but he also made me collateral damage. After a couple of hours, I’m finished. I move to face Byran.
“You’re going to stay like this for a few hours. I’m going to walk out of here and never look back. You’re lucky I’m not killing you like I did Stephan.”
“The Serena I knew would never hurt anyone,” he shouts.
“The Serena you knew died a long time ago.” I take off the gloves, and Ian steps between Byran and me.
He holds my face in his hands. “I love you, Mi Reina—my queen. This is who you are. This is who we are. He pulls me into a kiss that makes my knees weak. He moves to face the man hanging. “She isn’t going to kill you, but I am.” I see the silver of the blade in Ian’s hand and, without hesitation, Ian slits Byran’s throat. I stand there and watch as the life is drained out of him.I feel Ian pull me toward the door, then I pick up my phone and text Damon.
Iwake up to Serena’s mouth around my cock. Fuck. Waking up next to her is heaven-sent, but waking up like this is indescribable. It’s been a couple of days since Serena exacted her revenge. At first, I was upset that she didn’t include me in her plan, but after she begged for forgiveness, on multiple occasions and in multiple positions, I forgave her. Damon got rid of Byran Carson's body. She didn’t ask for details. All her demons have been slayed.
“You’re so fucking needy.” She moans in agreement, and it makes her throat vibrate. “I’m going to give you a morning facial if you keep doing that.” She moans again, this time deeper. Such a brat. I hit the back of her throat. I can’t hold on much longer. Another moan. I grab her hair and pull her off my cock just in time to see my cum painting her face. “Fucking beautiful.” She licks her lips, tasting my release on her skin. I push her down onto the mattress and have my breakfast.
Serena heads to work, and I head to my mother’s. She called last night and said she needed to talk to me. I walk into my parents’ home and find Mila talking to my mother.
“Ian, my sweet boy, come and join us.” I see Mila smile as if she’s won. We follow my mother to the office, where my father takes his place behind her. Her protector. There’s a folder in the middle of the desk, with a USB plugged into a monitor.
“What’s going on, Mom?” She slides the envelope to Mila, who opens it. She looks like she’s seen a ghost.
“What the hell is this, Abigail!?” Mila shouts at my mother. My father tenses but doesn’t move.
“They seem to be pictures of you and other men.” My mother turns on the monitor, and she plays a video. The recording is of Mila with a couple of men in a very compromising position. My mother speaks.
“There are plenty more—two years’ worth.”
“Why?”
“Because a mother always protects her children. Don’t test the lengths I will go to protect mine. That includes Serena Nerva. I suggest you drop this infatuation with my son and move on.”
Mila's lip wobbles. “Our families have known each other for years!”
“Yes, we have, Mila. My relationship with your mother is the only reason these aren’t on the front page of the tabloids. Your father gave up his shares in the media company that Kayde now controls. I suppose we can thank you for that because without these pictures, I’m sure your father wouldn’t have given them up.”
Mila drops the envelope and looks at me, but I don’t make eye contact. She walks out of the room. My father bends to kiss my mother.
She turns to me. “Here.” She hands me the USB. “It’s your insurance. I thought that she’d have given up when you caughther.” She pulls out a phone and slides it to me. “The last time I used it was the day I sent you a location and time.” What the fuck?
“It was you?”
My dad grins. “Isn’t she amazing?”
It takes me a minute to put everything together. “I thought you wanted us to marry.” She looks to my father, then back at me.
“I can’t deny, it was a great business deal, but I don’t want you to be miserable for the rest of your life. I thought you might grow to care for her one day. You two do have history.”
I internally vomit.
