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Like I am now.

He’s trying so fucking hard to take back what’s already mine–he wants her all to himself. Maybe I should fuck her in front of him until he understands she’s no longer his.

Having a past with him doesn’t grant him access to her new life. She’s under control, thriving, and I get almost all her attention, so why the fuck does he need to try and push his way in?

If I could get away with murder, I’d kill him, dump his body in a river somewhere and pretend he never existed. I could continue my life with Aria and not have to worry about being arrested or losing my doctor to some asshole who doesn’t even love her.

Not the way I do.

If it’s even what I feel. It’s strange. Whenever I think about her, my chest gets all tight and warm, and I grow desperate to see her. I usually open the live footage and watch her gulp down glasses of wine and watch sitcoms without me.

Right now, he’s at her parents’ house.

I’m on my motorbike nearby, watching him stand at the entrance of the mansion as his hands fly around while he talks, her father yelling at her mother before she runs in and grabs her jacket.

Great. Now they’re going to get involved. More people to potentially deal with. Getting Aria away from best friend and her ex was one thing, but her parents? That’s going to be a hard task.

My first plan is to figure out how to kill someone without being caught.

Then, I’ll take Aria away from here, somewhere safe, and keep her to myself forever.

Chapter 28

Aria

"Aria!" A heavy fist hammers on my front door, and I nearly drop my wine glass. The sound of my mom's voice catches me off guard. After ignoring her for weeks, I should have known this was coming. "You open this door right now, young lady!"

I roll my eyes, looking around at my messy house, the basket full of dirty laundry, the sink full of plates. Paperwork is scattered across the living room floor from trying to catch up on work despite being on leave.

"Aria!" I hear her yell my name once more. "I know you're in there."

"What do you want?" I shout back, leaning my forehead against the door before unlocking it. My mom's deep blue eyes burn into me as soon as the door swings open, and I fear she may hit me.

As usual, she's dressed in a fitted suit, her hair tied back tight enough to flatten out her wrinkles, or maybe that's the heavy makeup. I'm not sure anymore.

"No calls, no messages. You’re slacking at work. If it wasn't for Ewan coming to ask us for help, I'd have no clue you werespiralling. I should have known you weren't cut out for this field."

My eyes widen, and I clench my fists, ready to pull her expensive handbag off her wrist and smack her with it. "How dare you? I'm fine."

"Look at you," she says, reaching out and flipping my knotted, greasy hair. Her eyes trace down my slim frame, clothes hanging off me. "You look like a drunk. And what in God's name is that smell?" She covers her nose with her palm, looking around the house as she walks up the hallway, stopping at the kitchen. "What's gotten into you?"

She needs to leave–Tobias is minutes from video calling me, and I haven't even set up my laptop yet.

Silently, I stare at the floor, feeling her burning glare on me. I know Mom well enough to know she will stand here, waiting until I dive into a deep hole of emotions and reveal myself to her.

She sighs, taking off her glasses and folding them closed, setting them on a takeaway dish with a grimace. "I'm going to run you a bath. I'm not leaving you alone like this."

"No! Mom, you need to go now before..." I trail off and chew my lip to silence myself.

Knitting her brows together, she regards me with a confused look. "Before…?"

"I just… I'm tired and I need to sleep."

"Well, you need to wash first." She looks me up and down with a tight-lipped smile. "I'll change your bedding while you hop in the shower."

On instinct, I grab her wrist with an iron grip, spinning her with my teeth baring. "I said no! You need to get the fuck out of my house and stop acting like Mom of the Year. We both know you're only here because Dad forced you."

Frowning deeply, she looks from my still-bandaged hand grabbing her to my twisted face. "Let go of me, Aria," she demands calmly. "I'm not a threat to you."