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Chapter 6 Damien
“Kill me,” she repeats. Her voice is weak. Desperate. Like a wounded animal suffering and begging to be put out of its misery.
Hell, maybe I should. It’s what I came here to do. What I’m supposed to do.
Lord knows a mercy killing would be less painful than the truth.
But murder’s always been Cain’s easy way out.
She squirms, attempting to wiggle out of my grip. “Please.”
My cock twitches. My fallen angel isn’t the type to give up without a fight. She can be quite feisty and stubborn when she wants something.
Unfortunately, what she really wants is something Cain will never give her.
He’s not capable of it.
Because people like me and Cain are flawed. There’s a crack in our code. A vacancy in our chest that we fill with wrath for those who have hurt us.
Just as darkness is the absence of light…we too are missing something. Something that prevents us from being righteous.
Because that’s all evil really is. It’s not the boogeyman or the monster under the bed. It’s not demons or hellfire.
Evil is merely the absence of good.
People can condemn the wicked all they want. But deep down, we’re all evil.
Some are just better at hiding it.
And others…offer deals for our services.
“I won’t kill you.” I loosen my grip. “If you agree to my proposition.”
“Not interest—” she screams, slipping from my grasp.
Leaning over the railing, I latch onto her ankle. “Care to reconsider?” My muscles contract and I wrap my other hand around her calf. “Decide quickly, little lamb. As much as I enjoy your company, I’m not sure we can hang out much longer.”
When she doesn’t respond, I try a different approach. “Statistics prove most people who commit suicide regret their decision seconds before they die.”
“I didn’t push myself over this railing, psycho. You did.”
I smile down at her through clenched teeth. “And now I’m offering to help you.”
“If you really wanted to help me, you’d let me go.”
Obstinate girl. “We both know you don’t want to die, Eden.”
“You don’t know what I want.”
“You’re wrong.” Before she can protest, I haul her back over the edge. When she struggles, I slam her wrists against the railing and press my body against hers. “He’ll only keep using and hurting you until there’s nothing left. He’ll keep destroying you until his high from the pedestal you keep him on wears off and you’re completely useless to him.”
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She trembles, and I know my words ring true. “But it doesn’t have to be. There’s another way. One that will make him pay for all the pain he’s caused.”
Her voice is broken glass when she finally speaks. “I love him.”
Eden’s loyalty to Cain is impressive.
Unfortunately, it means she’ll have to learn the hard way.
You can’t always save a person from drowning.
Sometimes it’s best to throw them a life preserver so they can learn how to save themselves.
I trace a finger up her arm. Her skin is warm, despite the cool October air. “Will you still love him after he marries Margaret?” Not waiting for a response, I nip the delicate flesh of her shoulder. “How about after he gets her pregnant with his child?”
I don’t have to see her face to know there are tears in her eyes. But tears aren’t enough.
I need her to break.
“Will you still love him when he gets everything he ever wanted…while you’re left with nothing but a broken heart?”
When all his lies come out and his sins are revealed?
She lets out a shaky breath when I press the blade of my knife against her spine. “I don’t have all night, little lamb. Are you in or out?”
Her body tenses. “I don’t even know who you are.”
“Right now, I’m your worst nightmare.” I slice through the fabric of her dress, revealing her pearl G-string and supple bare ass. “But I don’t have to be.” When she flinches, I flick her earlobe. “Nice pearls.”
The pulse in her neck jolts. “What exactly is it that you want from me?”
“Your cooperation.”
“And if I don’t?”
I dig the point of my knife into her back, just enough to pierce her skin. “You’ll wish you begged me harder to kill you.”
If she’s under the impression I’m going to grant her mercy, she’s dead wrong.
Despite how he uses her, there are strings co
Which officially makes her the best weapon in my arsenal.
I need her.
“Time’s up.”
“Wait,” she shouts. “You can’t seriously expect me to go along with whatever it is you want when I don’t even know your name.”
I put my knife away. “You’re right.”
She relaxes, drawing in a deep breath. “Thank—”
My hand finds her throat. “You no longer have a choice.”
Eden belongs to me…whether she likes it or not.