My Promised Rejection (Olivia and Ace) novel Chapter 88

Olivia POV

I grab the ring of keys off the wall and move toward the cell. “Do you want to hear how your father cried out for your mother as he lay on the floor of your pathetic little house. Pleaded with her to come back to him. I could almost hear his heart breaking,” she says,. With every wrong key my anger threatens to bubble over. If I had the power I’d rip the f**king cell door off to get my hands on this evil b**ch. She is the reason he’s dead. I just keep repeating it in my mind. She took everything from me.

Of course, it’s the last key on the ring. When I hear the lock disengage, the feeling of rage overwhelms me. Images of my father screaming for my mother to come back to him flash in front of my eyes in vivid color. His pain and suffering almost palpable. Danica pushes to the surface as we share control. I step into the cell and the b**ch is still smiling like she won.

She is about to find out how wrong she is when I rip her limb from limb. “Olivia Crocker, stop,” my mother’s stern voice speaks from behind me. “Leave mom. I don’t want you here. This b**ch took everything from me. We had the perfect family and she destroyed it. I lost everything because of her. Everything I knew was destroyed because of her. I lost dad and you. I became someone I hated because of this vile b**ch. She is going to pay for all she did.”

“Come on Oli. You so desperately want to see me breathe my last breath, just like your dear old dad. The pathetic human he was. I did you a favor by getting rid of him,” she says. I reach out, grabbing her by the throat. I’m sure my eyes are the perfect blend of mine and Danica’s. At this moment, we are of one mind, and our only thought is to destroy this murderous b**ch. “Oli let her go now,” my mother says, startling me. “Are you out of your f**king mind?”

“You want me to spare this b**ch after all she has done?” “No, Oli. I want you to stop and think. Don’t let her words deprive you of giving her what she truly deserves,” my mother says. I remain silent, solely focused on the b**ch in my grasp that is turning a pretty shade of red. “Oli, if you kill her now, she doesn’t suffer. She knows she isn’t making it out of this cell alive. She is using your anger against you to garner a quick death which she doesn’t deserve,” she says.

My hand trembles as my mother’s words truly sink in. Despite wanting to watch the light leave her eyes, my mother is right. She doesn’t deserve a quick death. She deserves to know what it is to feel pain that is all consuming. Pain that you can’t get away from no matter how hard you try. Before she completely passes out, I release my hold on her neck.

She drops to her knees, sputtering and coughing. She tries to pull air into her lungs before she finally looks back up at me. “What kind of daughter doesn’t avenge her father? Forgives the woman who left him after promising to love him” she manages to croak out, pointing at my mother. I’m just about to say her antics won’t work when my mother steps around me and slaps her so hard across the face that blood flies from her mouth onto the cell floor.

The sound of heavy footsteps has me turning toward the sound, but my mother doesn’t move. Her eyes are fixed on the woman in front of her. “Evie, love, come out of the cell,” Xavier says softly, but my mother doesn’t respond. “Are you alright, Olivja? I could feel your anger through our bond, but I couldn’t get through to you,” Ace says. “I’m alright, Ace. I’ll explain everything later.” “I want her taken to the torture room,” my mother says. I turn toward her and move to stand by her side.

For the first time since I’ve arrived at her cell, there is real fear in Cassandra’s eyes. Xavier says my mother’s name, stepping closer to her, but the growl that rips from her throat stops him in his tracks, “You will do s ask Xavier. If you don’t want to torture the b**ch, then be my guest to go take care of our pup, but after everything she has done to my pups, Charles, you, and me, she won’t be leaving this world until I get my pound of flesh,” my mother says.

Xavier looks at me with concern and confusion clearly written on his face. My mother has never hit another person, let alone torture someone. As if my mother can sense his hesitation, she reaches down grabbing the cnt by her hair and drags her out of the cell. She screams and thrashes against my mother’s hold, but she can’t free herself. “Olivia,” Xavier says, and I turn to look at a wolf who is worried about his mate. He doesn’t even have to say it for me to know exactly why he is worried.

“She needs this Xavier. We both do.” After a few seconds he nods. I make my way down the hallway and step into the room just as my mother’s fist connects with Cassandra’s face. Xavier steps around me. “Evie, let me help you,” he says. She turns to look at Xavier. Their eyes glaze over as they obviously link with each other. As soon as they finish, Xavier moves toward the witch that is sobbing on the floor. He grabs her by the arm and begins to shackle her in place.

“Xavier, please don’t do this. Remember what we shared. You loved me once. I’m already human. That’s a worse fate than dying. Just let me go and you’ll never see me again,” she pleads. A sinister smile spreads across his face. “I never loved you. Unlike my beautiful mate, all I felt for you was manufactured. After today, none of us will think about you again. You won’t even be a bad memory,” he says, as he restrains her last leg. The door opening behind us startles me.

I turn to see Hudson step inside. His eyes are nearly black as they focus on Cassandra. When she finally notices him, she writhes against the restraints. He moves toward her but my mother steps into his path. He looks down at her and a silent understanding passes between them. My mother steps aside and Hudson comes to stand in front of her.

Oli’s tears slow, and she looks around the room before her eyes meet mine. She simply nods before she steps back, I turn to face a woman that caused so much destruction and pain. Without a second thought, I plunge the knife into her heart.

I pray to the goddess makes you relive every pain you visited on others,” I say before I pull the knife out. Blood covers me and the floor. The feeling of peace washes over me and I drop the blade to the ground. Arms wrap around me and, for the first time in a long time, my daughter hugs me like she did before I helped break her heart.