Wrath's Genesis

Chapter Eleven

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Pin drop silence.

That was all that surrounded us as we drove down the mid-morning New York streets. The quiet surrounded us, cocooning us in painful awkwardness and what seemed to be nerve-wracking tension.

I was tempted, highly tempted to let go of the false confidence I had bestowed upon myself.

That singular moment of power had been exhilarating and I was drunk on it on the entire elevator ride down to the car park.

Well, until we settled into a confined space where I could sense the danger lurking around the psychopathic man I had married…

And now, I was sure it would suffocate me despite my lowered window that let in the warm, summer breeze that would certainly grow into hell blaze as the day proceeded.

I couldn't wait to get to whatever our destination was and change out of the completely weather inappropriate outfit i had chosen…

Damn New York weather...As moody and mercurial as the seething man beside me…

Although Soren had said nothing to me since my declaration, I could tell he was less than pleased.

How, you ask?

Well, the car honks, middle fingers and pretty choice words we had garnered on the way so far were a lot...but the man did not flinch, let alone relent on the sleek, black Mclaren 720s that flew down the interstate.

The storm in his eyes was prevalent and clearly his Wrath as he drifted in and out of traffic, flashing his lights at motorists with every slow stop.

Well, if he's decided to punish me by giving me mini-heart attacks then he is certainly succeeding because I just might keel over.

"That's a bus right there…"

I muttered after a beat, unable to hold my tongue as I watched him barrage right towards the damn thing.

Don't get me wrong. I am, in no way, afraid of speed. I thrive off of it on most occasions.

But this is damn suicide, nothing else.

Soren said nothing as he stretched on the silent treatment, his brows furrowed as he continued to speed like the bloody maniac he was.

Strangely and aptly so, I missed the hell out of his chauffeurs-yes, plural. Fancy bastard.

"Tu loco psicópata, you are going to kill us!"

My shouted words fell on deaf ears as he, instead, turned to me with a very wide, unhinged grin as he sped along.

Ah hell, I should have known the bastard would actually try to kill me. The signs were all there.

Yet another stupid mistake that has now cost you your life, Emilia. Well done…

Shutting my eyes tight, I waited for my inevitable death. I waited to see the bright light, the angels, even though I knew deep down that darkness awaited me.

I was a sinner and my mother and I's meeting at the pearly gates would not be happening, more so now that I have given my life to him.

Screeching tires, heart beating extremely loudly in my chest and my breath hitching as I awaited the impact, my fears were certainly not confirmed as I felt the smooth tarmac dip before artificial darkness consumed us.

Confused, I slowly opened my eyes, firmly expecting to meet eye to eye Belzebul but was simply met with an array of sleek cars, a true collection, that we parked in the middle of.

Silence stretched as I struggled and failed to find the words to fling at the infuriating man beside me. But all I could muster up was an exasperated whiff of air that doubled as a sigh of relief at the fact that all of my limbs were attached.

"What a f*****g disappointment."

He breathed, the look in his eyes sending a literal chill through my entire body. Never had I seen eyes so cold, the stormy gray now resembling the heavy clouds that hang low on a perilous sea.

It was silent rage, darkness.

It made me feel like nothing. Absolute s**t.

"I really thought you had it in you…"

The small shake of the head literally wrecked me. It was not that this man meant anything to me. That his approval should mean anything to me.

But that shake of the head. That was it. The final nail to my damn coffin.

How could he wreck me like this? How could he make me feel so small, damn him?

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Is this some sick, twisted way of making me pay for what I said to you? Because this is top tier childish, Soren Alexander!"

I raged, uncaring and unfeeling of the danger in his eyes. He could blow the top of his silky, infuriatingly perfect head off for all I care. Anything other than the indiscernible gaze he granted me that always said so much and yet so damn little.

He just has to be kryptic all the damn time. Annoying asshole.

"The fact that you think that just comes to show that you could never be all I hoped you would be...And that is, frankly, disappointing as hell-this is the most disappointed I have ever been."

The psychopath had the gall to look contemplative of my 'failure'-which I still have no idea what he means- and rub salt right into my injury.

Why am I really getting so worked up? Why does he make me so damn stupid?!

"Go to hell!"

I seethed, turning to open the door but I never got the chance to. Never got even close.

In the split of a second, his hand was wrapped around mine in an oddly gentle but firm grip, pulling me flush to him-or at least close enough to have his breath brush my lips and his free hand wrap around my throat.

I f*****g gushed.

"Already there,baby girl. I rule the place. Now, either you shut that dirty, pretty little mouth or I am going to stuff it with the damn discipline it deserves."

His anger was so potent, I forgot to breathe. Could not when his eyes meant his words more than anything.

He chooses to show me the rawest emotions at the most intense times...His emotions burn me, scorch my very soul. 

I knew that the man I was looking at now was the true Soren. The beast that lurked in the shadowy pits of his soul.

And he wants to f**k your mouth into silence, Emilia...You probably shouldn't be getting soaked thinking about it…

Biting my lip, I shamelessly thought of at least three ways we could use the car for just that activity.

And my emotions were not as guarded as I thought they would be for my husband tightened his hand around my throat considerably, a tornado incarnate in his gaze.

"Keep doing that, Emilia Alexander. I f*****g dare you to keep tempting and poking my dark, illicit desire to defile that mouth...respectfully."

His smirk was so handsome, I thought I would blush into infinity. He was so handsome. So perfect.

Let's ruffle his feathers then. Let's poke the damn beast…

And so I bit my lip-thereby unleashing Armageddon

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