Urge to Kill
1405 Words
RILEY HARRINGTON'S POV
I pour myself a glass of water and grab a snack from the kitchen. I’ve been curled up in my “sorry-for-myself” bubble all day, but hunger finally dragged me out. The food laid out on the kitchen counter isn’t anything I’ve ever seen cooked here before, I know all of Wilden’s favorites, and this spread is clearly for his new lover. For a moment, I want to toss it all in the trash, but that wouldn’t change anything. It would only make me look foolish-again.
I shove the snack down and wash it away with a gulp of water, ready to leave the kitchen when the door opens.
Briana Sullivan steps in.
She’s wearing one of Wilden’s shirts, the same one he had on earlier. They must have already f****d for her to get that. Good to know. It hangs loosely on her slender frame but somehow manages to highlight every curve and those impossibly long legs. Her body is breathtaking in every manner a man can desire. Clearly, I cannot compete, especially with her outstanding confidence that gives her the courage to wear such skimpy outfit confidently in a house with other people.
It’s clear she’s already feeling right at home.
She smiles at me, her expression warming in an instant, like magic. "You must be Riley. I’m glad to finally meet you,” she says, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lip.
My hands clench into fists at my sides and I try desperately to keep my anger in check. I don't want this to be a confrontation. We can have a calm, adult conversation about how we’re going to coexist for the next few days before I leave. I hope she feels the same. I will be as respectful as Wilden demanded.
“Mary told me you wanted to talk?” My voice comes out small, almost pitiful and I hate it.
“Talk? Oh no, sweetheart. This isn’t some friendly chat. This is a warning.” Her smirk deepens. “We’re going to be sharing this space, whether you like it or not. Unless, of course, you’re planning to crawl back under whatever rock you came from.”
So she really wants this to be a confrontation and not a casual conversation.
I swallow hard, bitterness rising. “You mean, I’m supposed to just accept that you’re here now? Like you didn’t just walk in and take everything I built? What kind of woman does that to another?”
Her eyes flash with wickedness. "I didn’t take anything. Wilden chose me. He wanted me. You? You’re nothing but a sad, desperate has-been.” She steps closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "You’re not the woman he needs anymore."
She laughs in comptemptiously, "Honestly, I don’t know why he even keeps you in this villa. You look like a parasite-clinging to a life you don’t deserve. You belong on the streets, begging for scraps.”
I stare at the knife on the untesils rank, the thought of stabbing her in her evil heart crossing my mind. How satisfying it would be to inflict back the pain she is inflicting on me.
"The only thing that belongs on the streets here is you. You’re nothing but a cheap w***e, using your body to trap a man’s money. You look like you work in a brothel!" I spit back. Take that stupid b***h.
Her eyes narrow, but she shrugs it off. “I’m still the one he chose. The one he’s settling for. You honestly didn’t think he’d settle for something like you or marry you, did you?" she asks condescendingly in her feminine scratchy voice. When I don't respond, she throws her next dagger.
“You did! How pathetic! Everyone knows that in the end, famous rich people always marry famous people."
The b***h has found my weak spot.
She notices my pause and uses it to her advantage.
With a mocking wink, she adds,
“I’m glad you played your part, kept him warm until I came along, but I’ll take it from here.”
I imagine smashing her perfect face into the wall, silencing that venomous mouth forever. There will never be peace with this woman.
“I don’t care what you say. Wilden loved me. You’re just a filthy slut who used her body to steal him away. He’ll get tired of you soon enough,” I snap, turning to leave before I lose control.
But her final words stop me dead in my tracks.
"Darling, men don't abandon women they love, they abandon women they were using."
That the last straw for me, before I know it I have lunged toward her. Our bodies collide and we both fall back on the floor. I luckily land on top her and grab her hair.
“You f*****g witch!” I scream landing several merciless slaps on her face. Damn! That feels good. She yells and kicks her feet under my body, but I have the advantage of being on top of her. Her nails claw at my arms as I spit and slap her repeatedly on the face. Her screams pierce the air as I claw at her face, my rage blinding me to everything but the need to hurt her, to make her feel even a fraction of my pain.
Someone suddenly hooks their arm around my waist, and I am yanked off her with so much force that I land near the wall.
"Are you insane?!” Wilden roars, his face contorted with fury. He is dripping wet, a towel barely clinging to his hips. He crouches beside Briana. She whimpers dramatically, her cheek red and streaked with mascara tears. “I am going to kill you!”
I push myself up to a sitting position. “She started it! She-!”
"Shut up!” he snarls, cutting me off. He helps Briana to her feet, his hands holding on her waist as she leans into him, playing the victim perfectly. “Are you okay? Did she hurt you?”
Briana nods weakly, pressing a hand to her chest. “She’s… she’s deranged, Wilden. I just wanted to talk, and she attacked me!”
“f*****g Liar!” I shout, but Wilden whips around, his eyes blazing. He lets go of her and strides forward until he is standing right in front of me.
"Open your stupid mouth again, and I will destroy you in ways you cannot imagine. You’re a jealous mess. I should’ve kicked you out sooner." He snarls, his voice sounding truly terrifying for the first time.
He can of course destroy me worse than he has already. He got the money it takes to control everyone and everything he wishes. I might even spend tonight in a cell if he decides to make it happen.
He walks and yanks his phone from the nightstand. He dials someone, his voice shaking with rage. “Get up here. Now. I want this trash out of this house in five minutes. Five minutes.”
I stare at him, stunned. He just called his security on me. Briana smirks behind him, her smile glowing with victory.
Two security guards who usually guard the entrance burst into the room moments later. Wilden points at me. “Get her out. And if she resists, drag her.”
“Wilden, please-!” I choke out, but the guards are already gripping my arms, their hands.
“Don’t touch me!” I thrash, but it’s no use. As they pull me toward the door, I lock on Wilden one last time. He’s cradling Briana’s face, murmuring comforts to her, while she stares at me over his shoulder.
“ I hope you both f*****g die!” I scream, my voice breaking.
Wilden doesn’t even look up. “Take the trash out the back. I don’t want the anyone seeing her.”
The guards haul me down the stairs and out of the front entry, into the driveway, one literally dragging me by my hair.They slams shut the doors behind me, and minutes later toss a few bags of my belongings outside. Now I have, No home. No money. No him.
Inside, through the villa’s windows, I see Briana’s silhouette laughing, her hand resting on Wilden’s chest as he pulls her closer.
If I had money I would hire an assassin to take the two psychos out.
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