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I get out of the shower, go through the rest of my routine, change clothes, cross out Father Rossi’s face and name. I go upstairs to my room, strip off everything but my boxer briefs and go get Maddie for… The Wedding Night.
I carry her to my room. I turn my back to make her a drink, and then the knife I killed Father Rossi with is in my neck, blood coming out far too fast, and I know… she’s killed me. I’m going to die, and absolutely everything in my life has been for nothing.
And this time, I wake up.
I’m awake, but my eyes are still closed. I try to keep my breathing even as I piece together the parts of the dream that were memories of tonight, and the parts that were just crazy. Am I sure I’m awake right now?
There’s a weight on top of me and cool, sharp metal pressed against my throat. My survival instincts are about to kick in to throw off the threat, when I pause to really take in what I’m feeling… cool silk brushes against my stomach, warm thighs straddle me. It’s just Maddie. There’s only a thin layer of her virginal white lingerie and my black boxers between us. We even dressed for bed as hero and villain.
Still, I have to tamp down the panic. It’s too close to the dream, her here with my knife at my throat.
If she was going to do it, she would have already done it. I try to comfort myself with this most rational thought, but I don’t know how long she’s been here like this.
Without these small cloth barriers, I could angle myself just a bit differently and be inside her in less than a second, distract her from the desire to kill me. I know she must feel my erection against her, between her legs.
The fact that I woke up aroused after that dream is probably the most concise summary of how fucked up I am. What exactly about all that was arousing? Or maybe my body somehow knew the most coveted object of my desire was straddling me with her whisper light silk grazing over my skin. If she moved just an inch or so she could start grinding on me. She could put us both out of our misery.
I hear her heavy breathing, and I feel her growing warm wetness. I’m not sure if she can decide whether she wants to fuck me or kill me. I know that feeling well.
Without opening my eyes, I say, “I see we’ve hit the anger stage of the five stages of grief.”
Maddie gasps and jumps, nicking me just under my jawline. She didn’t realize I was awake. I wonder if some spirit beyond planted that dream to wake me up and save me. But save me for what? I’m the monster. No one saves the monster. That’s not how the story goes.
I open my eyes and look up at her. It’s a full moon tonight, and the drapes are open. The fire has burned down to mere embers in the grate. From my vantage point, she looks like an angel with a halo of light around her head, causing her blonde hair to shimmer in the silvery moonlight.
She repositions the knife right over my snake tattoo.
“You going to cut that snake’s head off?” I ask. Inside my mind is nothing but chaos as the dream lingers. Would she have killed me if I hadn’t woken up when I did? I’m giving a very good show of being a calm guy, fully in control.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Her voice trembles. “Just let me go.”
I can’t help it. I laugh at this. When you don’t want to hurt someone, you don’t risk your life to straddle their sleeping form with a weapon in your hand.
It’s the knife that killed Father Rossi earlier tonight. Brian cleaned it and returned it to me, and somehow I thought the bedside drawer was a good place to put it. If this is the dumbass move that ends up killing me...
“Do it,” I taunt. “Cut the snake’s head off. Free yourself from your captivity, little bird. Fly free.” I don’t tell her that she’ll also free me. The one thing Maddie and I truly have in common is that we both live in cages now. She just can’t see mine.
Tears stream down her face, and her hand shakes. Still, I’m not ready to make my move. It’s too risky. If she slips and cuts me again, she might get my carotid this time. I probably won’t get lucky twice. The feeling of all the blood spewing out of me as the knife plunged into my neck in the dream is still too real.
Blood pools just under my jaw from where she nicked me only a few moments ago, and I know how precarious this situation is, how delicate this operation.
“How are you getting out of the house?” I keep my voice low and steady and calm. No need to spook the horse.
She’s beginning to look uncertain. The anger is still there—fire in her eyes—but there’s also fear creeping in, slowly dousing the flame.
“Do you think my men haven’t been instructed to kill anyone who harms or attempts to harm me? You should be begging for my mercy right now.”
The blade presses harder against my skin as she grips the handle tighter. The anger reignites. Despite her innocence in certain areas, Madison knows who she is and what she wants. I knew we’d hit a point where this offended righteous anger would spill out. I just didn’t think it would be on our wedding night.
“And what will my men do when you no longer have my protection? Do you really want to lose your virginity that way? With strange rough men who won’t be gentle?”
She makes a sound of disgust. “Like you would be gentle.”
“I will be, Maddie. I’ll make it so good for you. You have no idea the pleasures I will initiate you into.”
I don’t think she’s consciously aware that she loosened her grip and pulled away ever so slightly. It’s just enough for me to take the knife from her and reverse our positions.
I’m careful not to crush her with my weight, but now I’m the one straddling her. I press the flat part of the blade against the side of her cheek with one hand. With the other, I touch the pulse point of her throat. The frantic beats push against my fingertips.