“You don’t loveanyone, do you? Other thanher. Here I thought she looked like some two-dollar whore, when all this time she’s captured your black heart,” Harry laughed as I continued to study him. “Did my son get a chance to fuck her?”
I laughed as confusion passed over his face.
“I think he found it difficult with his cock in a jar of acid.”
“Cunt!” Harry roared, jumping over the desk towards me.
I moved, slamming my elbow into the back of his neck, hearing him splutter beneath me. His hands wrapped around my waist as his teeth sank into my side, pulling a chunk of flesh away as my fingers found his eyes.
I pushed as hard as I could, his fists pummeling my stomach with punches that were strong enough to knock the air from my lungs. I gritted my teeth as my ribs cracked, but finally, I heard him scream as his hands tore at mine. Liquid spilled over my fingers as I continued to push, refusing to stop until I felt his fucking brain.
Suddenly a white-hot pain sliced through my stomach, and I released him, falling back quickly in shock. The bastard was grinning, blood pouring down his cheeks from where his eyes once were. I tried to inhale, but the pain was too much, my vision blurring as I tried to reach for my gun.
“Die, you bastard, fucking die,” he screamed as I heard the door open.
I was near blacking out, as finally, my fingers touched the metal of my gun. Before I could shoot, slender fingers took the gun from my hand, and a single shot was fired.
“Richie! Get him a doctor NOW!” Alice commanded, her hands pressing down on my wound.
I looked up at Harry, who was slumped face down on my desk. Dark blood pooled on the floor below him as my eyes began to close.
“No, Lucas. You can’t fucking sleep now! Come on, baby, you’re so strong. You can beat a fucking knife wound.” I heard the terror in Alice’s voice as she yelled at Richie again.
“The doctor is on his way!”
Alice turned to me, her pale eyes flashing with fear. I still couldn’t believe someone so beautiful was mine.
“I love you,Cara,” I murmured before I let sleep claim me. From far away, I heard her scream my name, but the heaviness of my lids stopped me from gazing at her any longer.
It was a relief, at last, to no longer feel any pain.
34
LAYLA
They say time heals all wounds.
I wasn't so sure about that one.
I sat up, staring out of the window, sweat dripping down my body as I tried to control my ragged breathing.
'Tell me you want me to fuck you.'
No. No. No.
"Baby, are you okay? Another nightmare?" Zane paused behind me, knowing better than to touch me when I woke from the torture that haunted me in my sleep.
"So real," I whispered, my hand reaching for his as sobs took over my body. "The worst part of it all, Zane, was that he thought I was a virgin. Can you imagine..."
"You know that no one deserved that. It didn't make it any easier for you to be sexually experienced. Steve deserved to die."
Relief washed over me as I replayed his words in my mind.
"Yeah, he did."
I turned to Zane then; his hair was longer now, messy yet still shockingly white blond. I curled up in his arms as he kissed my head, his voice soothing me.
"We can talk about this anytime; you know that. But I think you could do with professional help, babe. You deserve to feel happy again."
