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“Do you remember when I begged for you to stop?” she asks Reaper trailing the knife's tip up this thigh. He begins to wiggle, causing the blade to slip off him. Slamming his shoulders down, I hold him in place for her.

“Thank you, Pup.” Izel blows a kiss at me. Nodding my head, I’m thankful for this mask hiding the blush.

"Don’t, please. I’m sorry,” he pleads, trying to look back at what she’s doing. Only he can’t, not with me holding his shoulders down.

“Do you remember what I told you over and over again?” she asks, pressing the knife into one of his ass cheeks. On reflex, I tense my own ass. This isn’t going to end well.

“He’s–he’s going to kill y–you all!” he sobs, dropping his head.

“That he is, but first you’re going to feel what I felt foryearswhen I begged you and him to stop. When I begged and cried.” She doesn’t give him a chance to cry anything before she pulls his ass cheeks apart and rams the knife into his ass hole.

Reaper screams at the top of his lungs, and his cheek clench, which only causes more pain. Pulling the knife out, she rams it in again.

“Feels good don’t it? Isn’t that what you asked me?It’s okay, my sweet, I know you love this. Feel that cock in your ass while you think of your dead fuck buddy.”She laughs, jamming the knife further into his body. “How’s it feel,baby’?” Pulling up, she rips his ass hole open, and blood squirts everywhere. Reaper doesn’t respond, not that he could. His face collapses, as he slowly stops breathing. She lets go of the knife, leaving it lodged in his body.

“Let’s go,” she mutters, stepping around the table and out into the night air.

I’m not one to get nervous or scared, but watching Izel barely spare me a glance and leaving Reaper's dead body behind, I question what I just got myself into, yet I still follow my Red out to the truck.

Rounding the truck I stop in my tracks as she stands by the passenger side, waiting for me.

“He and Tiger, the one you killed at the bus station, they raped me on my eleventh birthday.”

“Christmas,” I mutter.

Izel nods, leaning against the truck.

“Anyone else after you?” I’ll kill them all, I don’t care who or how long it takes. No one else is getting to Izel or Gabriel.

“No. It was just Dan and his men.”

“I’ll kill them. Anyone who tries to hurt you.” Stepping forward until I’m right in front of her, Izel looks up.

“I know, no one will hurt me again.”

“You need to trust me.”

“I do tr—”

Shaking my head, I close my arms around her placing my palms against my truck. “Trust that Iwillprotect you, no matter what. No one is going to come between us, I need you to trust me.”

Izel visually swallows, rubbing her lips together before nodding her head.

“Okay,” she whispers. Reaching up, she grips the bottom of my mask, ripping it off. “I can’t run to jump into your truck with being in pain and you don’t have a step stool, but I imagine you like lifting me up an—”

I don’t let her finish. I bend, grabbing her thighs, just like I did the first time. Only instead of hurrying to get her inside, she wraps her bloody arms around my neck.

“I’m damaged.” Her finger traces along the scar from my eye to mouth.

“That’s okay,” I mumble around her fingers.

“I’m going to have bad days. I’m still haunted, I’m never going to want it to be rough, some days I’m going to need love. I’m not going to be whole.”

“I’ll love you even if you never want me to touch you again.” I’ll be anything for her. Anything.

“It might take some time,” she whispers.

“I’ve loved you since you called me an ogre.” How could I not? She took my breath away then and now she might think she’s ruined, damaged. But she’s my ruined, damaged red head.