She’s been through pain, she’s experienced the foul-mouthed rants of a man who claims to love her.
Lucy. My light. My love. My heart. My queen.
She may not believe me when I say that I love her, but I do. I’ve never loved anyone more.
I am a coward for turning my back on her to go and travel the world. I should have asked her to go with me, enjoy life, be together.
I will forever live with regret.
I will forever berate myself for not stepping up and being the man that she needed me to be.
And as I look back to Michael, his teeth bared like some fucking psycho, I make a promise to myself that I will uncover more dirt on this bastard. I will make sure they throw away the fucking key when they lock him up for his crimes. I will be there to witness his sentencing, to watch them lead him to a life locked in a cage.
But for now, as the guards remove him from my sight, I turn my attention back to Lucy, lying lifeless on the bed as the nurse’s and the doctor do whatever it is they need to do to bring her back to me.
I sit.
I wait.
I would wait forever for her if that’s what she wanted.
I’ll always be here for her.
I’m never leaving her again.
And if she leaves me first, then I know that I will never be able to forgive myself for all of the mistakes that I’ve made.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Demons
Lucy
“You’ll always be mine, Lucy.”
“I’m a part of you now.”
“You’ll never be able to let go.”
Smack.
Pain.
“You’ll bow down to me for the rest of your life.”
Kick.
Punch.
“If I can’t have you, no one will.”
My heart shatters.
My knees give way.
“Look at you. Pathetic. Weak.”
“Embarrassment.”
