He grunted on the other end of the line as I heard the clinking of glasses.
“Would you like me to look into it?” I pressed, testing him.
“I have it handled,” he replied before he hung up.
I stood slowly, my eyes focused on the device in my hand as a new rage coursed through my scarred body—scars he put on me. He still saw me asnothing but an errand boy,and yet here I was, running his empire.
I threw the phone across the room with a roar. It crashed against a portrait of him on the wall, the force of it shattering the glass and causing the damn thing to slide down with a bang. I braced my hands on the desk, my breaths coming out harsh and erratic as I tried to regain control.
Fuck control.
I needed blood.
I needed screams.
I needed pain.
I flipped my desk with a scream, the contents falling to the floor, the sound bouncing off the cold, empty walls of my home.
This wasn’t a home. This was just a fucking house, a place where my secrets were kept, a place where I used to come for comfort and relaxation. That was no longer an option. I left my office, ignoring the scurrying footsteps of my house staff as I crossed the living room to head out onto the back terrace.
I needed to clear my fucking head.
I needed this ache in my chest to disappear.
I needed to stop caring.
I needed death.
I emerged into the night air through the glass double doors, the moonlight reflecting off the water, bouncing with the light waves.
My island was small, only providing enough space for my house and a small yard. Directly off the porch was a short walkway that led to a set of black iron stairs. The stairs were drilled into the rock and didn’t stop at the dark, cold water. I stopped at the top step and emptied my pockets, tossing my cigarettes, gun, and spare blades onto the dead grass. Once my shoes were kicked off, I descended the steep steps, not stopping until my body was numb from the cold. My eyes looked back up to the house, to the second room in the east wing on the upper level.
My angel was there, her golden hair shining in the moonlight as she watched me. The ache in the center of my chest grew, and as I released a low growl, I sank into the depths, wondering if I should even bother coming up.
Chapter Four
Kay
I watched him, my blue-eyed demon, holding my breath as he disappeared into the water. My heart was racing against time as I counted the seconds.
What the hell was he doing?
That water must be freezing, judging from how cold the breeze was at night. I couldn’t sleep with my door closed, and since I wasn't allowed to have my door open, I opted for the windows instead. My eyes scanned the water before darting back to the clock on the table by the fireplace.
It was one in the morning.
Who the hell takes a swim in the middle of night?
I shook my head in annoyance as fear crawled up my spine. There was no sign of him, the black water continuing to move as the moon commanded it. Tears formed in my eyes at the thought of his lifeless body.
Fuck this.
I moved, darting across my room and down the hallway, my bare feet slapping against the hardwoods. I flew past Bella as I rounded the corner of the stairs. She called out but I didn’t listen to her warnings as they echoed behind me. I should hate this man—no, Ididhate this man.
For being so fucking stupid.
I entered the grand living room, my steps slowing as my eyes wanted to admire the space. In the weeks I'd been a guest here, I'd only been in this room once or twice. It was gorgeous. It felt like—
