4. Chapter Three
Who the hell is that fucking bitch touching my mate?
My hands tighten around the steering wheel until it creeks from my strength. I crack my neck and try to take a deep calming breath.
It doesn’t work.
I only feel more murderous.
I’m parked in front of an ice cream shop that gives me the perfect view of Snapdragons Garage. Fitz is gorgeous. I can understand why that woman wants to put her hands all over him.
She’ll never get to. She’ll never get to experience him like I’m going to. I’ll own his laughs, smile, orgasms, and every other aspect of his life. No one is allowed to take what isn’t theirs.
Didn’t her parents ever teach her that? Perhaps, she needs a reminder of basic manners.
I growl under my breath, watching her smile, and toss her long hair over her shoulder. She twists it around her finger, flirting with my mate.
She must have a death wish. Why else would she be so careless with her life?
A third of the steering wheel breaks off. I sneer, tossing it in the backseat.
“Now she owes me a new steering wheel,” I mutter, wishing my eyes could throw sharpened daggers at the woman who is flirting with my Fitz.
His doe eyes belong locked on me. I want to see them widen when he is about to come. He won’t look so sweet and innocent when he is screaming my name with his cock buried deep inside me.
She’ll never get the chance.
“Call me Lily,” I mock with a curl of my lip.
I’ve heard every second of their conversation because of my newly enhanced abilities.
“Lily,” I repeat her name. “He better not like those flowers.”
Straightening my spine as I watch her walk away, she turns around to sneak one last look at Fitz. He isn’t paying any attention to her, but he is looking around.
“Do you feel my gaze, Doe Eyes? You sense me, don’t you?” I blow hot air onto the window, then kiss it, Fitz’s figure blurs from the condensation. “It’s okay, you won’t miss her. She can’t give you what I can. She can’t love you like I can,” I groan, licking the kiss I just left.
I roll down the window needing some fresh air. Inhaling, Lily’s scent hits me harder than the scientists ever did.
Her desire for him makes me furious. So, I’m going to kill her and feast on her regret.
Because she will. She’ll wish she never spoke to Fitz by the time I’m done with her.
I roll the window up, hating her stench that lingers in the air. The condensation where I declared my love for Fitz is ruined in streaks, reminding me of the tears Lily will shed.
Pushing the gear shift into drive, I slam my foot on the gas and cut in front of a car. A horn blares at me which causes me to slip my attention to the rearview mirror to see a man behind the wheel gesturing with his hands.
He’s clearly angry.
Rolling down the window, I flip my middle finger in the air. “Better count this day as your luckiest or I would slit your throat to match the damage I’d do to your tires, asshole.”
He speeds around me, matching my pace, and he rolls down the passenger side window.
“You crazy fucking bitch!” he shouts, teasing me with danger as he jerks the car in my lane.
I don’t move like he expects me to. The front left side of his bumper hits the side of my door. I only wave my hand at him.
“Fuck you,” he yells, his dark furry brows pinching together to create one.
I drop my disguise, allowing my real self to show, and I flash my fangs. He screams, drifting the car to another lane.
“No, fuck you! You desperate, sad, pathetic man.” I point in front of him. “Watch out.”
He finally looks out the windshield and screams at the top of his lungs before a semi hits him head-on. He wasn’t wearing his seat belt. His body flies out of the windshield, directly into the silver grill of the truck.
I’m able to smell his blood and his death. I tug on the chains attached to my nipple rings and moan, my panties becoming soaked with need. The only man who can sate the craving is Fitz.
Needing to play along because a terrible accident has just occurred, I pull over into Demi’s Diner parking lot in a hurry. Lily is standing in the grass, covering her mouth from watching the accident occur.
Cloaking myself in disguise, I open the door and step out of the van. The parking lot is paved, so dark that if I spilled her blood, it would have the appearance of a water puddle.
“Terrible thing that happened.” Pushing the hypnotic tone of my siren in every word.
“I know. And it happened so fast. Are you okay? He was in the wrong following you like that. If you need a witness, I have your back. Us women need to stick together, right?”
I side-eye her, not liking how supportive and nice she is. If I were human, I would have been all about girl power, but now? It’s survival of the fittest. I’m better on my own.
Trusting people always comes with strings attached. She might be supportive today, but the moment I tell her Fitz is mine, she’d turn her back on me so fast.
And I don’t stab from the back.
Taking risks with my fated mate isn’t an option so long as Lily is alive.
“It wasn’t me. It was someone else he was road raging with,” I say, adding a whimsical sound to my statement.
She turns to me, eyes glassy with a wide smile. “You’re right. I got you confused with someone else. I’m sorry.” Her voice is distant, proving my abilities should work on her.
“You know what you should do, Lily? Because you’re such a girl’s girl,” I grin, pushing her hair behind her shoulders.
Her desire for me heightens. She leans in, wanting what she can never have.
“You should go walk into the road and have a car hit you. It would be such a tragic accident. Maybe you were that angry man’s mistress. You saw what happened to him and—” I place a hand to my chest, feigning sorrow, “—you couldn’t take living life without him.”
She nods, her eyes watering with tears. “I did love him, didn’t I? It was so sad watching the accident. Do you think he thought of me?”
I beg to run my claws through her hair, watching the car catch fire with his body hanging halfway out of the windshield. “Probably not,” I reply, turning her to face me.
A tear drips down her cheek. “No?”
“I bet wherever he is, he is thinking of you now. Don’t you want to join him?”
Lily begins to sway. “I do. I do want to be with him, but…” She licks her lips.
I sneer with impatience through tight teeth. “But what?”
“Fitz. I think I know someone by that name.”
“You do. He’s mine, though. Taken.” I bite, wishing I could twist her neck and leave her limp body for all to see.
I have to be smarter than that right now. We are in public. Cops are around. Too many witnesses to prove my actions.
“Oh,” she frowns. “I didn’t know. It doesn’t matter. The love of my life just died.”
“That’s right,” I croon, sliding my hand away from her hair to grip the back of her neck. Tucking the strands behind her ear, I bring my lips close, so the full effect of my voice can finally get her to obey. “He needs you now. Go to him, Lily.”
“I’m scared.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t be. Death is quick. You won’t feel a thing.”
I lean away, grinning and then masking my happiness when Lily tilts her head back to stare at me. Tears run down her cheeks in fast drops and her bottom lip trembles.
Ugh, so many tears. Why? Just fucking go walk in traffic already.
Without saying another word, she sniffles and begins to walk out of the parking lot in her trance. I can’t hide my happiness. I didn’t need to lift a finger for this to happen.
If taking what I want means leaving death in my wake, then so be it.
“Lily?”
She spins around with hope in her eyes. “I don’t have to go?”
“You still do, but I want to let you know—” I lean over to whisper in her ear again “—If I can’t have him, then no one fucking can. If I can’t have him, I will burn this world to nothing along with everyone in it. I will gladly sit back and watch violence swallow the universe whole while my heart continues to beat for a man who has imprisoned himself in my blood. I do not care if you die. I do not care about your tears.” I dig my talons into her flesh until she gasps. “I will be the murderer of all souls if it means I get to keep the one I want.” I shove her away from me, getting sick of her scent.
Her aroma makes me sick. “Now, go on. I’m tired of knowing I have to breathe the same air as the woman who craved my mate’s touch.”
Lily nods in a daze, turns around, and heads to the busy traffic. There’s only one lane open due to the accident. A firetruck is flying down the road, speeding to get to the scene in time in hopes of saving a life.
“You should hurry. That firetruck is the perfect vehicle. When you see the love of your life again, wherever it may be, send him my regards, okay? Tell him I said, ‘Who’s the fucking bitch now?’”
“Bye! It was nice meeting you.”
“I hate you and just want you to die, Lily. Please—” I gesture to the road. “I don’t have all day.”
Finally, she inches closer to the main street. Vehicles of all shapes and sizes pull off to the side of the road to make room for the firetruck.
I tuck my hands in my pocket, waiting, watching, and Lily walks towards the firetruck before stopping in the middle of the road.
“Lady! Lady! Get out of the street. You’re going to get yourself killed!” someone yells from their car window.
“Get out of the road!” another yells to try and help.
Their help is pointless. It’s too late. See, if people truly cared, someone would get out of their car to help her, but that means risking their lives too. Not many would put a life before their own, not like me, not like what I’d do for Fitz.
I’d die for him.
Would anyone else do the same? No. Humans are selfish bloodthirsty creatures. I’m only doing what so many would do if they were in my shoes.
The firetruck honks its horn to get her to move but it’s too late. The hard smack of her body hits the front, her bones breaking from the force. I can hear every snap from here. Her body flies through the air, landing a good fifteen feet away from the impact before skidding further down the road.
When she finally comes to a stop, her body is contorted in ways no one could survive. Blood pools around her. Her bones protrude out of her limbs. A rib pierces her chest. Her head is bashed in, bits of her brain scattered along the quaint hometown road where nothing bad ever happens.
Until I arrived.
Now, she won’t be able to think or dream of my mate.
“Oh my God!” A voice from behind me has me schooling my features.
This is all so exhausting. I’m annoyed. Why can’t I celebrate death in peace?
“This is terrible. Did you see what happened?” the woman with bright pink hair asks, staring at the wreckage.
“I did. That man lost control of his car and died, and I think she knew him? She walked right in front of traffic. Maybe she didn’t want to be without him.” There’s something different about her scent.
It’s wild and a claim has been put on her. I’m not sure by whom. Maybe the guy who owns Snapdragons Garage. I noticed he was a monster too.
“That’s so sad. How terrible. You saw it happen?”
“I did. It was brutal.” And fucking amazing.
Let’s do it again!
“Oh my God, you must be in shock. Do you want a coffee? On the house. You’re a witness so I can get Jake, the Sheriff, here to ask you some questions just to get it out of the way.”
“I appreciate that, but I have an appointment actually. With the traffic, I need to get going. Maybe another time I can take you up on your offer?” I don’t know if I trust her, but she smells trustworthy. If she is mated to someone like me, she has to be.
I’ll keep an eye on her.
“Of course. When you come by, ask for Demi.” She holds out her hand.
I shake the small dainty palm, careful not to break it with my strength. “I’m Holly.”
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry you had to see such a terrible accident today.”
I’m ready to see more.
“Thank you. I’ll be alright.” Because I’m going to follow Fitz to his house and make myself at home. “It was nice meeting you too, Demi. I’m sure we will see each other again since I just moved to town.”
She smiles and it irks me how much her happiness doesn’t bother me.
“Well, welcome. We are so happy to have you. I hope you have a good rest of your day.”
I climb into my van and reverse out of the parking spot. I pull out onto the road, passing Lily’s body before she is covered with a tarp.
I’ve put my mark on this town. They have no idea what is coming for them if I don’t have Fitz. It’s a dangerous world out here.
So much violence. So much anger. So much revenge.
Every single ounce has been placed inside me and I’m ready to distribute every last drop of it until Fitz is in my arms and accepting of my love.
He will love me.
I don’t care what I need to do to make that happen. His love is the only emotion that will balance me.
And I’ll stop at nothing to get it.