“I’m sorry. Baby, I’m sorry for everything I’ve done, and I’m ready to accept whatever fate you decide for me. Take my life if you want. It’s yours.I’m yours, baby.”
“Shut the fuck up!” she screamed. “Shut it, Konflict. I don’t give a fuck that you’re sorry or whatever bullshit you want to say. Twelve months, a whole year, you treated me like shit, threatening to kill me and now out of nowhere you’re what, in love? Fuck you.”
She gripped my gun in both hands, pouring all her fury into every word. I knew she wouldn’t take it well, that she’d be furious about how I lied to her night after night. But seeing it now, seeing the rage in her eyes, yeah, it hit different. It made me realize just how badly I’d fucked up, and how hard forgiveness would be. Or maybe she’d just decide to end me here.
I know I said I was ready to die, but the truth was, I wanted more time with her. I wanted a shot to make things right. Now if she could stop pointing my own gun at my damn face while she’s this pissed, I’d appreciate it.
Putting my hand on the barrel, I nudged the gun away from my head.
“I know you’re mad and—”
Click.
“Fuuuuck!”
She pulled the trigger and shot my hand. Her eyes went ice cold. My wife was furious and shot me in my fucking hand!
“You don’t know shit, Konflict. Don’t say you’re sorry. Don’tsay you want a chance because I’m not giving you any damn chance. In fact, I want a divorce,” she yelled.
“That’s not fucking happening. The whole marriage not being consummated thing doesn’t work, as you can guess. So no divorce, baby. Fuck, this hurts,” I said, staring at my bleeding hand.
The bullet had gone right through and out the other side. Lucky for me, I’d had my palm spread out over the barrel, so it passed right through the top of my hand—between my middle and ring finger. Tore a chunk of flesh clean off on the way out, but nothing that wouldn’t heal. Still, fuck, it hurt like hell. My left hand was useless now, blood pouring out fast. But hell, I deserved it. If that was the price, I’d pay it.
“I don’t give a fuck how many times you fucked me. You’re giving me this divorce, because I’d rather rotalonethan stay married to a piece of shit like you.”
She pressed the gun to my head.
“And you should be fucking grateful I’m not blowing your brains out right now. You have no idea how much I fucking hate you. Don’t test me.”
I raised both hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry, alright? Maybe we should talk all this over once we’ve cooled down. Let’s go home, get checked out by a doctor, and when this adrenaline drops, maybe we can talk.”
“It’s the divorce, or a bullet in your head, Konflict. Choose.Now.”
“Kill me, then, because I’m never gonna divorce you, baby.”
She stared at me with tears in her eyes, her whole body shaking with anger.
“Please, baby…” I begged.
“Konflict, we have to leave now. The chopper’s here. We need to go before the cops arrive.” D stopped short when he saw Serenity pointing my gun at my head.
“She shot you in the hand? Shit, I thought marriage was all love, fucking, and shit. Now, I really don’t want to get married at this rate. Look, I know you two have a lot to work out, but we need to get out of here. Right now.”
I didn’t take my eyes off Serenity. Her glare was pure murder.
“Serenity, sis, listen. I’ll help you cut off his dick, his whole arm, a leg, whatever you want. But let’s do this in Emberwick, okay? We don’t have the same power out here, and our window is closing. We need to move now.”
She glanced at Draven, then lowered the gun.
“Fuck!” she muttered, throwing my gun to the floor.
Only then did I let myself breathe. Serenity tried to stand, but she was weak, so I tried to help despite my bleeding hand.
“You better not touch me, motherfucker,” she snapped.
The way she glared at me, I just put my hands up.
“Okay. I’m not touching you.”
