Chapter 37
CHAPTER 37
RAND
L ittle bitch.
Stupid little bitch.
Predictable stupid little bitch.
She thought she was safe.
That she was free of me.
How could she be when she’s mine?
My property. My stupid little bitch, carrying my baby.
But the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, and she fell for the illusion of security, just like her mother.
Weak-minded women with soft hearts are only good for one thing, and since Nora’s forgotten, I’ll gladly remind her exactly what that is.
And I'm going to make it hurt.
How dare she defy me... leave me? After I took her and her mother in, gave them a roof over their heads and food in their bellies, and this is the thanks I get? I think the fuck not. I’m practically a saint for putting up with her—especially after Grace kicked it. The whining and the crying and the pleading, when all she had to do was submit…
So, I let her escape, and I watched. I waited. I plotted and I planned.
I'll admit, her running to Atlas, my own flesh and blood, was a bit of a surprise.
But in a way, it helped me find her.
He made her feel safe, undoubtedly with promises of love and protection, but she’s mine.
Thankfully, Atlas has always been too trusting for his own good, and thanks to his own stupidity, she'll soon be back where she belongs—with me.
If she wants to play house, fine—but we’ll do it my way. I won’t be as lenient with this kid like I was with Atlas. He’s useless. Weak. But I’ll make sure this one’s strong, make sure this one takes after me. Teach ‘em everything I know. This one will be my protégé, if you will.
I keep my eyes on the back of their car, waiting for the brunette driving to put it into gear. I’ve waited far too long for this moment to let anything fuck it up.
The brunette she's with is a pretty little bitch.
It's a shame she's the one standing between me and my prize, otherwise, she'd potentially be worth adding to my collection. At the very least, I’ll take a moment to savor the way she bleeds when I put a bullet through her skull.
But then, she flings open the driver's side door and exits the vehicle, leaving Nora all alone and at my mercy—something I’m all out of where she’s concerned.
Immediately, I'm out of my truck and ripping open the passenger side door of the little coupe.
Nora tries to scream for help, but I crush her mouth shut, silencing her cries.
“I've got you now, you little bitch,” I growl, reveling in the way her eyes widen with fear. There’s something so delicious about her terror. All of the ones before her pale in comparison. The way her cheeks burn with the perfect mixture of shame and fear. The way she shakes and cries and begs, so beautifully. It could sustain me for days. Years, even. My perfect little pet.
She jerks against my hold, but she's no match for me, and with one solid hit to her temple, she's out cold.