16. Prince
Chapter sixteen
Prince
Something snaps inside me at her insolent tone, and I descend on her like a shadow, mine swallowing up her little form as she backs away on the bed.
I hate her. Because whenever I look at her, I see his face.
They have the same brown eyes, but unlike the late king, Leroy, Snow’s eyes aren’t as dead, aren’t as lifeless.
They shine with life and so much innocence, and it aggravates me.
Why couldn’t she have been just like him? This would have been so much easier.
Why couldn’t he be the one sitting in front of me rather than this little girl…
No. Instead, the man is six feet deep, and it pisses me off that I never got to be the one to put a bullet in his head.
Never got to be the last smirking face he saw, because death dragged him into his world of shadows before I got my chance.
Regina is hard to get to.
So, Snow is all I have to exact my revenge. My father deserved better.
He deserved better than this pathetic, sniveling, doe-eyed girl, and I hate this.
Hate that I can’t rid her face from my mind when I sleep at night, hate that it’s her mouth I picture when I fist my hand and stain the tiles of my shower with my cum.
I despise her and lust for her at the same time, and it’s all her fault.
Why did she have to be so goddamn perfect? Already, she is tearing this family apart, and I won’t let her…
Won’t let Leroy have the last laugh as I cock my gun, placing it next to her pretty temple.
I will blow her brains out.
That should make our families even.
Blood for blood.
A daughter for a father…
It's a shame Leroy isn’t around anymore. If he were, I would make him watch as I blow his daughter’s pretty brains out, let him see how it feels to lose someone he loves, something he cherishes.
He cherished this creature. It’s the reason he kept her locked away in a tower. I marvel at his ability to keep such a secret for twenty-four years.
A sweet, brown-eyed creature named Snow White.
I’ll avenge you yet, Father, you wait.
Snow’s guileless eyes shine brighter as I press the barrel of the gun into her head, making her freeze.
My teeth bare as I keep my hand steady. “Choose your next words wisely, Snow. Or they may be your last.”
A fat tear drips down her face, and I ignore its crystal shine as it streaks her cheek, focusing on her brown eyes. I still see his after all, but they’re starting to fade now as hers take over.
Snow couldn’t be more opposite to Leroy, but there is no other way.
I will find out what Regina has planned for us.
And then whenI get my hands on that whore, I will finally get my revenge on Leroy.
Then my father can rest in peace.
“Speak, or a bullet goes through your brain.”
She’s too afraid to move, never taking her big eyes off mine, but I am through with this.
No more Prince Charming…
Time to show her the beast.
“Prince…” Saint whispers behind me, barely drawing breath.
I push the barrel into her head further, and she whimpers. The sound tugs on my gut, but I push it aside, focusing on my aim.
It would be a clean death, and that’s the last thing Leroy’s brat deserves.
“Prince, killing her now won’t achieve anything.”
Sweat drips down my face as I grit my teeth, and then my arm shakes.
Fuck. It never shakes.
“Speak now, Snow. Who is Regina working with? Who does she trust most?”
She heaves a breath. “I… I don’t—”
“You do fucking know! Don’t give me that bullshit!”
I hardly recognize my own voice now.
Who is that shrieking fruit bat?
That’s not the voice of Prince Diamante, the eldest son of Samuel Diamante.
“Prince, drop the gun…” Saint whispers again, and there’s no missing the threat in his tone.
Oh, is that how it’s going to be?
I wonder how long it will be until all my brothers turn on me.
“Stay out of my way, brother. I know what I’m doing…”
“No, you don’t. You’re shaking, and you’re whiter than a ghost. You’re not yourself.”
He's right.
A cool sweat drips down my spine, but I’m still determined to see this through.
I will get my answers.
Saint steps closer, his voice calm as he places his fingers gently on my wrist, the one that holds the gun to Snow’s pretty raven head.
“Put the gun away. We will think of a new tactic.”
My eyes flash a few moments longer as I keep them on Snow, and as terrified as she is, she doesn’t look away from me.
Most of my victims are afraid to look me in the eye, especially when I have my gun to their head.
But not this little creature.
She may be weak, but she’s brave.
Braver than the majority of men I’ve terrorized, as most would be a crying mess right now.
For a moment, I think I even see a storm brewing in those big, brown eyes, one that is prepared to wreak havoc on me and everyone I love.
One that is out for as much revenge as I am.
I’ve never seen such a look.
Well, maybe inside a looking glass.
Time to change tactics.
Stepping back, I pull the trigger at last, aiming at the far corner of the wall.
The bullet takes out a chunk of concrete.
Snow yelps, covering her ears as the sound ricochets, and a taunting laugh escapes me.
I sound distorted.
“That’s just a prelude, princess …”
I back away, never taking my gaze off her.
I’m not through with her.
One way or another, I will get inside that head and find out everything I want to know.
Regina will be mine, and maybe one day it will be her head I get to press my gun to.
“Soon, little princess. Soon.”
I look at Saint quickly, and there’s no missing the disappointment in his eyes. With a scoff, I turn on my cousin at last, exiting the cell as I yank on my tie.
It stifles me.
Time to go for a long drive.
I have a lot to think about.