There’s blood in my mouth and f**k, it tastes like home.
That Russian f**k punches like a savage. No control over his f*****g senses. Just rage dressed with lost control, just like I wanted.
There’s still chaos, but it’s bearable now. Police is here and unfortunately, Killian Schmidt too.
I spit red onto the marble floor and smile at the mess I made. The glass, the screams, Judas foaming at the mouth. My little muse’s teary eyes, f**k, her eyes.
She looked broken. And that pissed me off for some reason.
Because those tears? Those shaky breaths? That wasn’t mine to cause. That wasn’t from my fingers wrapped around her throat or her body trembling under mine like she wants to run and stay all at once.
It was fear.
Of him.
Her brother.
And I hated that.
I didn’t plan to expose us to
