Chapter 10
385 Words
Jax
She calmed me. She saw the agony, the turmoil in me and calmed me by telling me to close my eyes when she killed Ramona and told me about Jones. Sara doesn’t do that. When I come home after a job for the club, Sara ignores me. She walks away, leaving me alone. Emilia broke her own rule and talked to me while driving.
Emilia walked by my side until we were inside her penthouse. Still not leaving my side, she grabbed my arm and dragged me to the kitchen. Her touch was gentle and warm, and I wanted her hand to remain there, but unfortunately, she let go. She grabbed a glass cup, filled it with water, and gave it to me.
“Thanks.” She nodded.
Emilia watched as I gulped down the cold water and her gaze made my blood boil. Goosebumps spread across my arms as I looked at her back.
“You’re different than them,” she spoke out.
“What do you mean?”
“Most killers love to kill, especially without remorse. You’re different. You’re a killer with a conscious.”
Her words took a moment to sink in. I have a conscious? I never thought of it that way. I always considered myself a true killer, a monster.
“I know what you’re going through,” she says quietly.
My body stilled. How could she possibly know what I am going through? She didn’t know. “You don’t know anything,” I say in a deep growl. “You don’t know what I feel.”
Her eyes darkened and her jaw tensed. She braced her hands on the kitchen island and leaned forward so that we were face to face. I can smell her aroma. She smells like berries, so sweet, and I wonder if she tastes delicious. Snap out of it! This woman was claiming that she knows your sorrow.
“I do know,” she said through clenched teeth.
“You killed men and women,” I say. “You don’t know.”
“You’re right. I have killed both.”
“Then don’t say that you know, when you don’t.”
“I do know!” she yelled.
“You just said you killed men and women.”
“But not children!”
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