33. Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter thirty-three
Jackson
The bastard is dead. The money is mine. I should be happy, but there's one problem. Madelyn fled the room as soon as this son of a bitch took his last breath.
I release his mouth to go after her. Killing Madelyn was always my plan until she took over my heart. The truth has been seeping to the surface, but the hard reality hit me today. I can not let her go. She just needs to believe it.
I leap out of the bathroom, past the living room, to the open door. Madelyn is standing next to her car, attempting to pry the door open with the knife.
A smile plays on my lips. I have the keys, and I locked the doors. “You can't leave,” I tell her. The cars are locked. I motion toward the trees. “The farthest road is miles away.”
She points the knife toward me. She is covered in blood.
Red hair. Red face. Red every fucking where.
It's hard to see where she begins and Oliver's blood ends.
The whole effect makes me want to fuck her right on top of Oliver's vehicle.
“Back there you told me I'll be safe with you.
That you would never hurt me again. But you know that's not true.
You kill people for sport. I don't think you will ever stop. How can I be safe when you keep enemies?”
I hold my hands up to show my surrender.
Although I could overtake her any time, I intend to play nice.
Even if it's against my instincts. For Madelyn, she's worth the extra effort to fight against my dominant impulses. “What I said was true, regardless. Once I get my revenge, my desire and need to kill will be much less.” At least that’s what I would like to believe.
“No,” her voice cracks. Still pointing the knife, her feet step in the opposite direction that I want, which is away from me.
I drop my hands and move toward her, slowing closing the gap between us. “Stay until Jamison is dead. That’s one part of many to ensure your safety. After I kill him, then we will discuss the next steps.”
Her eyes narrow, “Next steps?”
I nod, letting her draw her own conclusions from that statement.
If she thinks I'll let her go completely, that's on her.
Madelyn will never be alone again, even if she's not with me.
I'll stalk her and anyone she comes into contact with.
The chance of Madelyn achieving a relationship outside of me is approximately zero.
I will kill all men who show the slightest interest.
She lowers her head. “I see.”
I'm keep walking until we are a couple of feet from each other. “That's still a problem?”
“Yes,” Madelyn sighs. “You've wanted to kill me all this time. How do I know this isn't just more of your lies?”
Fuck. I didn’t expect to be bargaining this long, and I'm already growing tired of it. But what bothers me the most is not knowing the right things to say to make her happy.
Suddenly the knife sails through the air, almost hitting the side of my face. I am not able to react, however, because Madelyn rushes to me screaming.
Her fists punch my chest; her hits barely even registering. “Why? Why me?” My shoulders jolt back as she attempts to shove me. I stand still, taking each blow with little effort. But I can tell how she feels. I just figure she needs this release before I give her another one of a different measure.
“I can't kill you, Madelyn. It's mentally impossible and has been for quite some time.” I glance down and see her wet cheeks. “My brain has just finally accepted it.”
She slaps my cheek. “You shouldn't have taken me.”
I grab her elbows to calm her down. “I know,” I whisper.
While in my grip, her body slides closer to mine. The smell of rust mixed with her aroma evades my nose. My hands slide down to her waist.
She buries her face in my chest. “I hate that I’m in love with you,” she murmurs. “That you are the one that makes me forget. That you were the one to make him go away.”
I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer.
So fucking close her tits smash against me.
Just the way I think it. Her words should offend me, but I am not delusional to the fact that I'm just not a good person.
If I'm completely honest, it scares me to think I could lose someone else that I love. I hate myself for allowing these types of emotions, but now that it’s happened, there is no alternative. I'd die if that meant protecting her.
“Do you think me that evil, little fire?”
She cranes her neck to look at me. Most of her tears have dried up, but the evidence is still there. Tear tracks go down her cheeks, washing away some of the blood. “Probably. Maybe,” she murmurs. “But kiss me anyway.”
"Kiss? You want to kiss the devil? The monster?” My eyebrows raise. I never kiss. It's something I've always avoided to keep myself in check, even with Madelyn. My eyes laser in on her mouth. Her full lips are parted slightly, waiting. My dick twitches knowing how good her mouth feels around it.
Her hand finds my cock, and she smiles. “No. The kiss can come from Jackson.” She strokes my ever-growing cock. “The fucking can come from the monster.”