Bonus Scene | Cordelia
A xel hands me a folder , one that has papers and pictures falling to the floor as I look at them, littering around my feet. I squint, remembering the face that I see. The dark hair, the dark eyes. “Is that?” I ask, bending over to pick up the first one, studying the man frozen in time.
“Your father.” Axel states, leaning against the wall. “Yes.” These pictures are of him in prison, living out his life on the public's dime. He’s fit, well fed, and thriving. “He’s dead.” Axel’s smiles as I look up at him.
“How?” I ask, looking at more pictures and seeing papers, including a death certificate. I ask, not feeling what I should when one finds out that her father is dead. I should be upset, right? But I’m not, I’m not sad. There’s some part of me that feels relief that he’s no longer among the living, breathing the same air as the parents of all the little girls he... I swallow, not wanting to finish my thought as I squeeze my eyes shut.
“I have connections.” He seems proud of killing him, which he should be, but I wanted to be there to see him die. Although, it’s not exactly possible with him spending the rest of his life in prison, or he was.
“Did he suffer?” I ask, crinkling the pictures in my fist.
“So much.” Axel holds out a hand for me.
“Can you tell me about it?” I ask, taking a deep breath as I step into his chest.
“You want a bedtime story about how I had your father killed?” He chuckles.
“Oh, yes please.” My heart races, needing to feel the rush of someone’s death since I can’t kill right now. Axel doesn’t want me to risk the baby, the one that he so eagerly put inside of me after taking me against my will. I’ve spent months with him, riding the chaos that encompasses us.
“Then lay down, little deer and I’ll explain it in perfect detail.” Axel leads me to the bed, helping me underneath the blankets, tucking me in like a fucking weirdo.
“Stop being so,” I smack his hands away.
“So what, little deer?” He says, smiling down at me.
“So fucking soft.” I make a blech sound, “I want all the bloody details Axel baby, not to be tucked in like a fucking burrito.” I kick the blankets off so I’m not confined to the bed. I clap my hands, “Hop to it my guy!” I say hurrying him along.
“So impatient.” Axel tsks.
“Well, you won’t fuck me hard, you won’t let me kill anyone, you won’t even let me leave the fucking house. So, if I’m stuck here until I pop this baby out, then get to the story, I need to dream about the blood splattering against the ground. The way he screamed, the way he looked when he realized his life was over.”
“I don’t know all of those details.” Axel says, taking a seat next to me.
With a sigh I shove the blanket off of me and stand up off the bed. “Well, then what good are you!” I shout at him, feeling itchy. I can’t stay here, locked up like a fucking prisoner, so I flip Axel off and stop out of the room, making my way to the only person I know who would know what it feels like to be a woman pregnant and the need for blood.
I find Candace sitting in her office. Knocking, I look at her, studying something on her computer. “Come in.” She says, not even looking at me. “What can I do for you Cordy?” Candace and Axel’s sister shortened my name and only call me Cordy now.
“I need to talk to you, pregnant killer to previously pregnant killer.” I say, pushing her office door shut.
She looks up from her screen and shuts the laptop. “Oh, let me guess, Axel won’t let you leave the house.” She folds her fingers together.
“I told him that I wouldn't be caged.” I let out a small growl, digging my nails into my thighs, needing to feel something other than the frustration of being cooped up in this stupidly large house.
“Give me two days.” Candace winks.
“For?” I ask.
“Nope, it’ll be a surprise.” Candace smiles this time, one of those creepy motherly types of smiles. One that tells me that whatever she’s going to plan will have me feeling like myself again.
It’s been two days. Two of the longest days of my life as Axel keeps me here, still. I swear it’s like he forgot that I’m a bad ass bitch, not some fucking porcelain doll he can put up on the shelf and forget about.
“Fuck!” Axel snarls, opening the bedroom door.
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask, feeling more agitated that Mr. Gets to leave the house, is so upset about.
“I have to leave for a couple of days.” He drops to the bed with a growl, rubbing his hands on his face.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, feeling excited, did Candace figure something out for me? Sitting up, I chew on my bottom lip, waiting to hear what he has to say, waiting on pins and needles as he sighs deeply.
“We’re doing a guys hunt trip. Lincoln, Damien and I. We’ll be gone for two days.” He looks up at me, his face twisted with annoyance.
“Well, have fun with that.” I say, “At least you get to kill something.” I shrug not feeling the least bit sorry for my stupid big dumb-faced husband.
“Maybe, I’m going because they want to see if I can create a game on the fly, I’m being tested again. As if I haven’t proven myself enough.”
“Oh quit your fucking bitching.” I roll my eyes, “you get to leave, so man the fuck up and go do whatever bullshit they want.”
He pops off the bed and charges towards me, reaching for my throat but stops just as my heart rate spikes. Dropping his hand he steps back and I fucking punch him. “Pussy.” I shout, shaking out my hand from the sting of hitting his jaw.
He grabs my jaw and kisses me hard, stealing my breath as his tongue pushes into my mouth. The fast and hot kiss disappears just as quickly as it started, leaving me feeling cold. If I don’t kill someone soon, then I may kill him for all the bullshit. He’s too soft, and I need my brutal dark prince back.
“Stay in the house.” He demands, staring daggers at me, threatening me with a single look.
I salute him, furrowing my brows, “Sir, yes sir.” I mock.
“I’m serious.” I watch as he grabs a bag from the closet, throwing some clothes into it haphazardly.
“I know.” I hid my smile with my hand, seeing his back as he continues. “Your mom and sisters will keep me company.”
“That’s a scary thought.” He huffs turning to me. “Just behave, okay?”
“I said I would. Now get out of here and go find your fucking cock and balls, then come back and fuck me like you mean it.” I nod, crossing my arms over my chest as he raises a brow at me. “I’m serious. I’m tired of being treated like I’m going to break.”
He just shakes his head as he leaves the room and I stand here alone. Finally, letting out a shaky breath, I wait for whatever Candace has planned, because I know for a fact this boys’ trip was totally her idea.
Another two hours pass as I stare up at the ceiling. I know Axel’s left, yet I haven’t heard anything from Candace. I’ve paced the room, taken a shower, and laid on the bed, why? Well, because there’s literally nothing else to do in this stupid fucking room. The room makes me insane and I want to rip everything off the walls, burn the fucking furniture and shred all of his clothes. But I don’t because this bed is so damn comfortable and I sort of love the big dumb man who shares this place with me.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I pop up off the bed, skipping to the door and pull it open. “Sister dearest, you ready to go?” Cara asks with a large smile and a twinkle to her eye.
“Are we leaving the property?” I ask, wiggling my brows as I feel more giddy than I ever have before.
“Oh, fuck yes we are. Grab,” She gives me a once over. “Nevermind. You’re dressed perfectly.” She says tapping her chin, “It’s like you’re ready for chaos.”
“Mayhem, murder, chaos, whatever I can get my hands on.” I shrug, walking out of my room.
“Well, then you’ll love what we’ve found for you.” She throws her head back, laughing as we make our way downstairs.
After a few hours, we pull into the driveway of the large house where I killed Clayton and sort of tortured Axel. “Why are we here?” I ask, leaning forward to where Candace and Maci sit in the front seats.
“We’re blowing off steam.” Cara says, clasping her hand on my shoulder.
“I thought you weren’t supposed to leave without one of the guys.” I state, realizing that it’s just us girls.
“Aaron is the car behind us.” Candace laughs.
I whip my head around, seeing a car following us as we pull through the large gate. “Oh.” I say, my cheeks burning from not noticing the car that’s been right behind us the whole time. I used to be better at paying attention to my surroundings. Am I getting soft too? Has he made me soft by not letting me out of the house?
I don’t say a word as we walk into the large mansion house thingy that Candace seems to own. I watch as Candace leads me back to that room where I opened Clayton, bleeding him of everything he had inside.
The second my feet hit the basement floor I see all of the knives, and a man strapped to a chair with a black bag over his head. “This is Gentry.” Candace says, ripping the black bag off his head. His mouth is tapped as he tries to scream out, “Silence.” Candace says, smacking him in the back of the head. “There’s a speaker over there, connect your phone and let it all go.” The smile on Candace’s face tells me that when she said I could have the role of justice in the family.
“What did he do?” I ask, feeling a stupid wash of calm take over me.
“Raped a seventeen year old.” Maci replies.
“Proof?” I ask, looking over at her.
“Paternity test.” Cara says, handing me a folder.
“You dumb asshole. Raping and not using protection, way to let your freak flag fly.” I say, shaking my head as I read the test, 99.9% positive that Gentry Dale Smith is the father. “Sweet.”
“No evidence is to be left behind.” Candace tells me.
“Got it.” I smile at the disgusting man while he pleads with his eyes for me to not do whatever I’m about to do. I don’t even know what I’m going to do, the options are endless and I really need to let loose.
The door to upstairs shuts as the others leave me alone with this devil spawn, giving me the repreve to be myself. Taking a deep breath I walk over to the variety of knives, letting my fingers skate over the hilts, letting my muse guide me. The pull to a specific wooden handled knife, I wrap my fingers around it, letting it rest in my palm.
“Gentry. Today is the first day of the rest of my life, but it’s the last of your miserable existence. One less dark soul on this Earth, taking what they want without understanding the nightmare you’ve created.” I shake my head as I use my phone to turn a playlist on shuffle, setting it down on the counter.
When I turn to look at Gentry, he cries out, tears spilling out of his dark shit filled eyes. “Don’t bother begging for your life, you forfeited your right to live the second you thought raping someone was okay.” I sigh, tracing the knife over his face, watching him flinch. I can’t do this like I used to, sitting in their laps, teasing them as I took their lives, I’m a married woman now. But, I don’t need to do that, I just need to feel his flesh splitting apart as I press the knife into his skin. My breath shakes as I watch the blood spilling from his cheek.
“This is what I needed.” I let my head fall back, feeling my body vibrate as I dance to the beat of the song, letting the blood and music seep deep into me, taking over as I become myself again.
Axel may want me barefoot and pregnant, waiting for him. But I’ll never be that woman and I’ll continue to remind him of that, but there’s no fucking way I can tell him what I did while he was on his boys trip.
This is my happily ever after, not his. He can be who he is and I’ll continue to take back my identity, one bloody second at a time.