He glares down at me, before pulling his leg back and kicking me in the stomach. “A whore. My brother asked about you again. He thinks I’m not treating youwell. But you aremy possession.I can play with you however I want. And I saved you from that facility. You should be thanking me. I house you and keep you alive. You should begrateful. But every time I return your scent turns acrid, and you don’t even want to makemefeel good. Betrayal after betrayal.” His words slur as he reaches behind his waistband.
Betrayal.
The word is his trigger.
I know what to expect.
Tony doesn’t care if I’m alive or not.
“I’m sorry,” I blubber.
Tony presses the muzzle between my eyes. “I should just kill you. Get an omega who will understand that I am a catch. That I deserve whatever I ask for. That they areluckyto have my mark.”
Tony is a monster.
And I know with certainty if he shot me, no one would come.
He’s a Rossi.
Just as I know it is only a matter ofwhennotifhe will kill me. Every time he returns, he is just a bit more angry, loud, and aggressive.
“What if I get you pregnant? Let you grow my child? Would that fix you? Would that make yougrateful?” He presses the gun further into my face.
Pregnant.
The word snaps the remaining tendrils of sanity I had been holding onto. It is a living nightmare, the thought of being attached to this man any more than I already am. The thought of himhurtingmy child. The thought of a child enduringthis.
I am weak, I am starving, I am freezing.
But I amnotbroken. “I am not broken,” I whisper.
“What’s that?” Tony spits onto my face. “You certainly look broken to me.”
Not yet.
I will break this cycle. I amnotmy designation.
My hand lashes forward, grabbing the gun. I know it is the shock combined with his inebriated state that allows me to gain control of the weapon.
Tony isn’t even concerned when it is in my hands.
“What are you going to do Xenny? You arenothingwithout—”
Bang!
We are both shocked when the weapon goes off.
I don’t know if I meant to shoot him, but once I do it the first time, I can’t stop.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bangs are loud and deafening as I continue to fire into him. Until it turns to clicks.
Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!
I keep going until he is slumped on the ground, until he falls onto me, until his blood soaks into my clothes.
I attempt to push him off, I know I need to eat, to run, to escape.
