Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Chapter 65.

"Get up," Zane orders.

Aaron hesitates, just for a beat.

"I said get the fuck up."

Aaron plants his good hand on the floor and pushes himself to his feet. He sways slightly but straightens, pain clearly something he’s forcing down.

Zane’s arm tightens around me.

"Have you learned your lesson little spitfire" he asks me.

I stare at him, disbelief burning through the shock.

"You shot him," I say. My voice cracks. "You fucking shot him."

"That wasn’t the question."

My chest feels too tight, I can’t get a full breath in.

"Yes," I say, the word tasting like metal. "Yes, i have learned my lesson."

His gaze searches my face as if he’s deciding whether he believes me or not.

"Good girl:"

Then, without looking at Aaron, he says, "Leave."

Aaron hesitates again, looking at me like he is worried about leaving me alone with Zane when he’s like this.

"Now, Aaron don’t make me repeat myself " Zane adds.

Aaron’s eyes meet mine again and there’s something apologetic there.

"I’ll be fine," he says quietly. "I’m sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," I choke out.

Zane shifts slightly behind me, a silent warning.

Aaron turns and walks out of the room, his steps careful and his injured arm held tight against his body. I watch him go, every part of me screaming to follow, to do something, anything to help him.

The door closes after him and the moment it clicks shut, I explode.

I twist in Zane’s grip, hitting his chest with my fists, shoving, scratching, anything I can do.

"Let me go," I scream. "You sick bastard. You’re a monster and I fuckin hate you. I hate you so much."

He doesn’t release me immediately. He lets me fight, lets me wear myself down, he waits for me to burn my self out.

"I hope you rot in the deepest part of hell" I sob. "I hope you die alone."

Finally, he lets me go.

I stagger back a step, chest heaving and my hands shaking.

Before I can move again, he’s in front of me.

His hand comes up fast, gripping my jaw, fingers pressing into my cheeks, forcing my face up to his. Not rough enough to hurt, but firm enough that I can’t pull away.

His eyes are cold and menacing when they meet mine, empty of anything that looks like regret.

"I was merciful, that was me being merciful wife." he says quietly. "Remember that."

Tears spill despite my best efforts to hold them back.

"And the next time," he continues, his voice low ad dangerous, "you put yourself between me and another man, it will be the day he takes his last breath. Do you understand me."

I don’t answer.

His grip tightens just enough to make the message clear.

"Do. You. Understand!."

"Yes, yes I do" I whisper.

He releases me abruptly.

I stumble back, nearly losing my footing.

Zane turns away without another word and walks out of the room, his steps unhurried, as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened.

I’m left standing there alone, the smell of gunpowder still faint in the air, blood drying on the floor where Aaron knelt.

My hands curl into fists at my sides.

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