“Stay down and save what’s left of your pathetic pride, Tink.”
She jumps to her feet and raises her hands in front of her face keeping her guard up like I taught her last time. We circle each other, she’s trying to find a weakness in my stance so she can strike but she won’t find one. I can point out three on her. I could attack the right of her neck, sweep her legs out from under her or go for the obvious and wind her with a punch to the gut.
But, I don’t do any of that, I want to see what she’s made of. I want her to feel powerful and in control so when I do beat her ass my victory will be so much sweeter. She lunges at me with her right arm, it’s almost like she is moving in slow motion with how easy it is for me to avoid her strike. She does this a couple more times before she loses her composure and runs at me. I drop my shoulder, ready to send her back to the mat, but at the last second she drops to her knees causing me to frown.
“Fuck you!” she screams a second before a roar of pain erupts from me when she punches me right in the dick. I crumple ontop of her, groaning in pain. I can’t fucking breathe. I’ve been stabbed and that shit didn’t hurt as much as this. I gasp for air and try to suck in oxygen but it’s not enough. I roll onto my back and cup my dick with my gloves. When the little shit smacks my hands away I want to rip her fucking face off. The little cunt straddles my lap and smiles down at me like she won the Civil fucking War. “Winning is winning. It doesn't matter how, just as long as you win.”
I hiss through my teeth, my anger overriding my pain. I use my strength to flip us so she is on her back beneath me. I crush her with my weight, loving the sound of her grunt of pain.
“I will fucking slit your throat if you ever do that shit again,” I grit out through clenched teeth. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips.
“So, you can torment me and hurt me whenever you want but I can’t return the favor?” she claps back.
“Keep pushing me, Tink. I dare you.”
“What are you going to do? Kill me?” she taunts.
“No.” A smug look washes over her face. “I’ll slaughter your fucking family in front of you while you watch, then I’ll fuck you next to their corpses and if your pussy is too dry, I’ll use your brother’s blood as lube.” The smug look vanishes. Her mouth is open in shock and a tinge of fear glints in her eyes. “I don’t make idle threats. Remember that the next time you want to punch me in the dick, you fucking bitch.”
This bitch has lulled herself into feeling safe with me and that is her worst fucking mistake. I’m worse than her fucking nightmares and I’ll make sure she never fucking forgets that!
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
TOREN
Xaden hasn’t spoken a word to me since we left the gym. Honestly, I’m glad because I have no idea what the hell to say to him. I rest my head back against the headrest and close my eyes. Her face flashes behind my closed lids and I smile as a memory of me and Em plays through my mind.
“Tor, stop pouting,” she scolds me.
“I can’t help it. It’s my birthday and they haven’t called.” Tears shine in my eyes. Em leans across my bed and cups my cheek.
“Family can be chosen,” she says quietly.
“What does that mean?”
“It means just because you were born a Kellar doesn’t mean you will remain one. One day you will find someone to spend the rest of your life with and then you will take his name. He will be your family and fill the void they left inside you.”
“I found someone—” Em narrows her eyes, making me sigh and clamp my mouth closed.
“That boy Kellan doesn’t deserve you. He is looking for a princess in need of saving, not a queen willing to fight by his side. Find your king, Tor, and he will make all of this seem likea distant memory because he will treat you like the queen that you are.”
When the car jerks to a stop, I snap my eyes open and frown at the sight of the rink in front of us. I look over at Xaden to find him already looking at me with a dark look in his eyes. I shift in my seat, feeling suddenly cornered and caged.
“Defy me one more time and this is where your ass will end up.” My brows leap to my hairline at his threat.
“Meek came tome,” I defend.
“Shut the fuck up,” he shouts. I recoil into the door and stare at him in fear. He may have never outright confirmed the rumors about him and his family but I see it. The darkness in his eyes calls to a part of me deep inside that refuses to acknowledge its existence. “I don’t give a fuck if he came to you. Next time, you call me. If you see your brother or him, you fucking call me.”
“Why the hell do you fucking care?” I scream at him, then shrink back into my seat when his features blank and an unreadable look cements itself on his face. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and tosses it onto my lap. I jolt like it burned me.
“Call your brother,” he snaps. I frown over at him. “Call him now and then I’ll leave you alone, Tink. You can go back to living in your gilded cage where they make all your decisions for you and you can let that little cunt Kellan between your legs like Daddy wants.” I strike out without thought and slap him. My shock lasts two seconds before his hand is gripping my throat and my head smacks against the window as he leans over me, getting right in my face. “You ever fucking touch me again and I’ll kill you.”
“Do it!” I scream right in his face. “I want you to. End my fucking misery now and snap my fucking neck.” He remains where he is, glaring at me, not moving an inch. “Fucking do it, Xaden!” I scream. I was never on watch at Walter House. I didn’twant to die, I just wanted to escape that hell but now, I just want all of it to end.
I just want to not think!
I don’t want to fucking feel anything except…Him.
