Chapter Eleven
XADEN
She isn’t fighting. She’s willing to meet her maker without begging or pleading.
She’s braver than a lot of men I have encountered at just the thought of me ending their life has them screaming and begging for mercy.
Their pleas fall on deaf ears. I’m not the motherfucker to ever grant some cunt a merciful death.
I am the motherfucker you call to extract intel and prolong the inevitable.
Never before have I encountered a person willing to die.
That’s when it hits me. ‘Do it, end it all. You’d be doing me a favor.
’ That’s what she said to me the day I took her to the cemetery.
‘My soul is rotten. Take it, it's yours.” Death is a mercy for this fucked up bitch. She would rather die than live because it’s easier for her that way.
She won’t have to wake up each day, knowing she is alone, unloved and unwanted by everyone.
I want her to suffer and living would do that, but I can’t allow a single Kellar to survive this war. I reach into my waistband and pull my gun.
I’ve dreamed of all the ways I can make her scream for months, yet the fact she hasn’t cowered or begged has me feeling inclined to grant her a quick death.
I’m showing a tremendous amount of restraint by not cutting her lips from her face while she is breathing.
I lift my gun and press the barrel against her forehead.
Her eyes close for a second before she opens them and flicks them up to meet my own.
Tears shine in her eyes but I feel no pity, her and her cunt of a family destroyed mine and turned me into the monster I am today.
She reaches out and grips the front of my hoodie, clenching the material in her fists. She tries to lock down her emotions but I see the fear in her eyes and relish in the sight of it.
“Try not to hate me when you figure it out,” she whispers.
“Nice knowing you, Tink,” I say, then flick the safety off and move my index finger to the trigger.
“Stop!” I jerk my head to the side to see Kellan-fucking-Kyle at the edge of the rink, gripping the guard rail with a panicked look on his face as he looks at us.
“Leave,” Toren says. I spy her out of the corner of my eyes shooting her ex lover a pleading look.
He shakes his head. “Fuck off, Toren. I’m not letting that cunt kill you.” He pushes the gate open in an attempt to enter the rink. I’m about to shift my gun to him, but suddenly Cas steps out of the shadows and has him halting his movements when he presses his gun to the back of his head.
“Stay out of it,” Cas warns.
Kellan glares back at him over his shoulder. “Not even you can hate her that fucking much, Caspian,” he yells.
“It’s got nothing to do with me,” Cas answers sternly, then pushes his gun harder into the back of the cocksucker's head.
“Of course it fucking does!” Kellan roars, then spins to face his old friend.
Cas doesn’t give the cunt a chance to speak, he cocks his free arm back and punches him.
He sails backward and lands on the ice with a grunt.
I see the look in my friend’s eyes and know Kyle isn’t walking out of here tonight either.
Caspian has given into his bloodlust. He stows his gun in his waistband, then charges forward and drops down on Kyle.
He grips the front of his shirt and begins raining blow after blow into the cunt’s face, he doesn’t even have to defend himself or block it.
Toren screams for him to stop, but he doesn’t pay her any mind as he continues to beat the shit out of his ex friend. When the bitch tries to rush toward them, I snap my arm out and grip her around the waist. Her gasp comes the second I come into contact with her stomach and feel it.
It’s barely there, barely noticeable but I know every inch of her body. Every curve, every dip and every fucking hollow. I notice the change instantly.
Her back slams into my front, but I don’t move.
The gun falls from my grasp. When it lands on the ice with a thud a shot rings out, breaking Cas from his trance.
He moves on instinct, releases Kellan, yanks his gun free, then jerks his head up and locks eyes with me.
Whatever he sees on my face has him frowning and looking between me and the cunt plastered against me.
He pushes to his feet and slowly lowers his gun to his side. “X?” he hedges. A million thoughts are swirling in my mind rapidly, a thousand questions and curses are on the tip of my tongue but none come out.
I’m fucking frozen.
I’ve never clammed up, not fucking once.
“Xaden? What the fuck is going on, brother?” Cas asks as he walks toward me.
He slips on the ice but manages to right himself before he can fall.
When he’s halfway to us a sob escapes her.
The sound breaks through my haze and then I’m back in the moment.
I push her away from me like the touch of her burned me.
She lands on her hands and knees. She looks up at me with a horrified look on her face.
I hated her before but now, I fucking loathe the sight of the cunt.
There won’t be a mercy kill, her death will be the worst of them all.
“Try not to hate me when you figure it out?” I grit out through clenched teeth, my voice filled with fucking malice.
She flinches and shuffles backward on the ice to put more space between us.
I bend down and snatch my gun up, then point it at her, making her freeze.
“Speak!” I roar so fucking loud I swear the windows rattle.
Caspian stops a few feet away from us and darts his gaze between the two of us, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.
The terrified look on her face vanishes as she pushes to stand. When she looks at me again, I see nothing but hate swirling in those blue eyes. Good, the feeling is fucking mutual, Tink.
“What’s there to say?” she snaps. “I gave you the out you wanted. I stood there ready for you to put a fucking bullet in my head. What the fuck more do you want from me?” she screams, her chest heaving and her fists clenched at her sides.
The fact the dumb cunt thinks she has the right to be angry with me is fucking comical.
I skate forward and don’t stop until I slam into her.
She loses her footing and falls to her ass with a scream.
“You lying little cunt,” I seethe. I don’t point my gun at her head this time, I point it at her gut, making her eyes widen in terror. She tries to crawl backward but doesn’t make it an inch because I cock my gun, forcing her to remain where she is.
“Xaden, please—”
“You thought you could trick me?” I yell. She shakes her head trying to deny my claim. “What? Did you think that would save you?” She winces as if in pain making me scoff.
“Let… her go.” I jerk my head to the side and growl at the sight of Kyle crawling toward her.
The piece of shit is bleeding all over the ice and the sight of the cunt makes me sick.
Toren’s face pales as she looks over at him and that’s when I decide the best way to make her suffer. “It’s… mine,” he pants out.
That fucking whore slept with him while she was gone!
When he’s mere inches from her, she whimpers and tears slowly cascade down her face at the sight of the cunt broken and bloody.
I move toward him. “Xaden, don’t—” The stupid bitch clamps her mouth closed when I grip Kyle by his hair and force his head back so he’s looking up at me. His shit colored eyes look up at me with resignation. He knows what’s coming and is smart enough not to beg.
When I lift my gun and press it to his forehead, she screams. The sound is blood curdling and has my toes curling in my skates. The sound is fucking beautiful.
“Don’t look, Tor,” he mutters.
“Xaden, please!” she begs. She wouldn’t beg for her own life but will for his. “Kellan… no.”
Because I’m a sadistic motherfucker, I force Kyle onto his knees so he is facing her, then shift behind him with the barrel of my gun to the base of his skull.
She frantically shifts her gaze between me and him, trying to think of a way out of this, but there isn’t one.
I glance at Cas to see if he is with me.
He gives me a subtle nod but I see the look of remorse in his eyes.
“Close your eyes, Tor. Don’t fucking watch,” Kellan shouts.
Tears stream down her cheeks as she looks at him with devastation. “I’m… sorry,” she chokes out.
“Don’t be. I tried and failed but you won’t,” he says in a firm tone.
“Now, close your eyes, Tor. I don’t want this to be how you remember me.
” His tone is pleading. Her lips tremble as tears flow down her cheek.
I wait for the second she is about to close her eyes, then I pull the trigger and revel in the sound of her sorrowful scream.