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๐—ž๐—œ๐—ก๐—š ๐—ข๐—™ ๐—ฆ๐—ข๐—จ๐—Ÿ๐—ฆ - ๐—•๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ธ ๐Ÿฎ

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โ€œNicco!โ€ Arianne clambered off the bed and rushed to my side.

โ€œWait.โ€ I held up my other hand to stop her. A dark angry storm was raging through me. I wanted to hit something, to hurt and bleed.

I needed it.

Dark rivulets of blood seeped over my hand, but I barely felt it. I was too wired. Too hungry for the kill.

โ€œLet me take a look at it.โ€ Arianne stepped forward and I jerked back, like a caged animal being riled.

โ€œNicco, itโ€™s me. Itโ€™s only me.โ€ She had me cornered with no way out. My body trembled violently as I desperately tried to hold on to my frayed rope of control.

โ€œNicco...โ€ Arianne brushed the hair from my face. My head hung low, my shoulders hunched and tight. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to hunt him down and kill him with my bare hands.

โ€œCome back to me.โ€ She gently lifted my busted hand and inspected the damage. โ€œIt needs cleaning.

Let me see what there is.โ€ Arianne left me and went into the bathroom. When she came back, she

had a small first aid kit. โ€œI found it in the cabinet. Sit.โ€ Her gaze went to the bed, but I remained


โ€œI need to stand.โ€

โ€œOkay. Hold still.โ€ She worked in silence, cleaning me up and bandaging my hand. My pulse began to slow, the tightness in my chest easing.

It was her.

Her touch, her calmness.

โ€œIโ€™m sorry,โ€ I choked out.

Arianne took my face in her hands and looked right at me. God, I wanted to drown in the dark pools of honey. โ€œTalk to me.โ€

โ€œI want to kill him... I should have killed him.โ€

โ€œSo why didnโ€™t you?โ€

It was the last thing I expected her to say, but I knew this wasnโ€™t about her, it was about me.

โ€œItโ€™s not that simple,โ€ I released a heavy sigh. โ€œIf Iโ€™d have killed him... it would start something we might not be able to finish. I canโ€™t do that to the Family, to you.โ€

She nodded, dropping one of her hands to mine and lacing them together. โ€œI hate Scott for what he did to me. I hate him so much that sometimes I wish you had done it.โ€ Arianne took a shuddering breath. โ€œBut I want a life with you. I want a future. I canโ€™t have that if youโ€™re behind bars... or worse.โ€

โ€œIf he hurts you again, I canโ€™t promise I wonโ€™t do it.โ€

Something flashed in her eyes, but before I could decipher it, Arianne kissed me. โ€œI donโ€™t want to talk any more, Nicco. I want you to love me. I want you to make me forget about the monsters.โ€


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