Chapter Thirty-Three
Roselyn
B aby? Who the fuck kills a woman and unborn child?
Guilt is written all over his face, and he looks torn about it.
His words echo in my head as I stare at him. “How did you have the heart to kill a child and the love of your life?”
“Roselyn.”
“Tell me. Please tell me,” I demand. “So, talk to me. Tell me what happened.”
He’s searching my eyes for something. I don’t know. But he needs to tell me what happened. I deserve to know.
He looks like he has a ton of weight on his shoulders, and he frowns. “I was coming home from work, and I heard noises coming from our bedroom. When I burst into the door and found her on top of my best friend, riding him, I took my gun and shot at him. She jumped in the way, and the bullet hit her chest. I tried to revive her, while Cashel fled the fucking scene. I took her to the hospital, and the doctors tried to save her and the baby, but there wasn’t anything they could do. I didn’t kill her on purpose. I would never kill her on purpose. She’s the only person I regret killing. I told her mother a robber had broken into our home and killed her. I didn’t have the heart to tell her mother the truth because I didn’t want her hating me. I promised her I would protect her only daughter, and I failed.”
I exhale. “Why did you keep wanting to hold on to someone who didn’t love you?” I ask.
He glances back at the sky.
“I was hoping she would eventually love me back. I tried everything to make her love me again, but nothing worked.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you have abandonment issues if you’re trying to hang on to someone who didn’t love you.”
He doesn’t respond.
“Honestly, you deserve someone who is going to love you the way you want to be loved in a fairy-tale way.”
“Those love stories don’t exist, Roselyn.”
I don’t want Devious to shit on my hopes and dreams about love. I need to go lie down—my feet hurt bad. “Can we go back to the penthouse?”
“Yeah.”
The ride to the penthouse is quiet, and tension thickens the air. When we arrive, he grabs my hand, leading me to our bedroom. Our suitcases are by a chair, and I unzip mine, removing my pajamas. Devious removes his clothes and lies on the bed with nothing on but his boxers.
I throw on my pajamas and slide in next to him. We’re quiet, and I can tell Devious won’t be getting any sleep, and neither will I. My mind is still reeling from what he told me and how he opened up to me, and I hadn’t expected him to. Most of the time, he’s so damn closed off. He’s so angry at the world, and I would be too if I were in his shoes.
“Are you okay? You’re shaking,” he mumbles in my ear.
“I’m cold.”
He lies on his back, patting his chest. I lay my head on his firm chest as he pulls the thick comforter over my body.
“Better?”
“Yes, your body is like a furnace.” I lay my whole body on his. “Devious, I will never cheat on you with anyone.”
“I know,” he exhales.
“How do you know?”
“The day I took you from Lex, I asked him if you were capable of being loyal, and he told me you were. That was one of the most important questions I asked him.”
I’ve always been loyal to the people I care about. It can be one of the biggest downfalls because I tend to be loyal to the wrong people.
The rest of the night we hold each other tight.