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I bend down and grit out through my teeth, “What you and every sad motherfucker that even looks in her direction will learn is no one is safe when it comes to her. I don’t care if you only breathed in her direction the wrong way, you will fucking die.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” he chokes out, looking down at the screwdriver sticking out of his abdomen in disbelief. Definitely hit vital organs this time.
Slowly, I pull the screwdriver out, the suctioning noise quiet against the backdrop of his scream.
The unbridled anger pulsating through me is relentless—unstoppable. And the image of his hand in her pants, kissing her, whispering shit into her ear, and making her come. It all fuels the violent storm in my head. I plunge the screwdriver back in when the image flickers of her face. Wanting him back. Climaxing for a shitstain like him. I’ll have to erase his touch from her.
And soon.
I rip out the screwdriver and take a deep breath. I have to remind myself she doesn’t know me yet. She doesn’t understand what true need is. Not yet, but she will. Because she’s going to hate the way she needs me. She’s going to fight it, rebel against the craving and attempt to search for something else that makes her feel even a fraction of what I will.
She’ll never find it.
And I won’t let her try.
Cracking my neck, I take another deep, calming breath. My temper got the best of me. I’m not usually a reactive person, but I’ve already accepted the fact that my little mouse brings out new feelings in me, too.
“How many women have you hurt, Archie?” I ask, licking my lips and circling his body until I disappear from view.
It’s an intimidation tactic for the weak-minded. Makes them nervous when I vanish behind them for that brief moment. Their minds get away from them as they anticipate what I’m going to do. And then they get a little relief when they see me again.
Just to repeat the process.
It’s torture in itself. Not knowing if I’m going to strike. Or when.
“Do not call me Archie,” he snaps, seething as I stand behind him. He’s tense.
I circle back to the front and his shoulders loosen, just an inch.
“You’re evading the question, Archie,” I point out, deliberately using the name. He snarls at my defiance but doesn’t reply.
His mother always called him Archie. Up until she died of breast cancer when he was ten years old. That’s when his father lost it and started dealing drugs to make money to pay off all the medical bills and funeral expenses.
He raised his children to be cold and ruthless, and Archie here never let anyone call him by his mother’s nickname without stabbing them.
He’s stabbed a lot of people for calling him that name, including his best friend Max. His buddy complained about it a time or two in a bar Jay frequents.
“Don’t make me ask again,” I warn, my voice lowering to convey just how serious I am.
“I don’t know,” he shouts, frustrated. “A couple, I guess. The fuck does it matter?”
“I read up on your ex-wife,” I say, ignoring the stupid fucking question. “You beat her so badly, she was barely recognizable when she was taken to the hospital. Evidence indicated that you broke a tequila bottle against her face and then stabbed her with it. Not to mention the countless broken bones and bruises. You nearly killed her.”
Archie sniffs, not the slightest bit of remorse reflecting in his cold eyes. The narcissistic assholes never are. Somehow, they twist it in their head that the victim deserved it and whatever injuries inflicted upon them were their own fault.
“She was cheating on me,” he replies petulantly. Pouting like a child that didn’t get a birthday cake.
“Did you cheat on her first?”
“That doesn’t matter,” he snaps back. “She’s the wife and I make the money. If I feel like buying a stripper for a night, that’s my goddamn right. All she ever did was sit at home on her lazy ass and spend my money.”
I nod, accepting his answer for what it is.
“Would you have hurt Addie?” I ask after a pregnant pause.
He scoffs. “I would’ve fucked her how I like to fuck. If she ends up with a couple of bruises, so what? Bitches like that shit. They like it rough.”
Renewed anger punches me in the chest. And it takes all my self-control not to plunge this screwdriver in his eye right then and there.
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