Chapter 42
Elijah Vaughn.
Something definitive.
There’s something that pisses me off deeply, little bunny.”
My throat went dry.
The tension in the air was almost suffocating.
W–What?
The smile that spread across his face was slow, tinged with something dark.
That bastard of a brother you have,” he said, voice dropping lower. “Calling him a coward would be generous. What he deserves goes far beyond contempt.”
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
“D–Deserves?‘
Before I could react, his fingers closed around my chin, tilting my face up.
His gaze examined me closely, like he was trying to read every detail of my expression.
“Cowards like him don’t deserve to be forgotten.”
His grip tightened slightly–not enough to hurt, but enough to make me feel even more vulnerable.
“They deserve punishment. They should pay in pain for every bit of shit they’ve done.”
A lazy smile curved his lips, but his eyes were full of cruel promises.
There was a predatory gleam in them, like he was already savoring the idea of tearing screams of agony out of my brother.
“He destroyed you, little bunny,” he whispered, voice rough. ‘He took your life, your dreams, and threw them in the trash. Everything you were… everything you built… he reduced it to nothing.”
He paused, watching for my reaction.
‘Hate isn’t enough for a traitor like that. What he really deserves is death. Same as your bitch of an ex.”
My breath caught.
His words crashed down on me like a crushing weight.
“Dante…”
“What?”
His fingers slid down to my jaw, holding me there, making it impossible to look away.
‘Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me that bastard doesn’t deserve cruel punishment for what he did to someone as innocent as you.
Uncertainty bubbled inside me.
My chest rose and fell rapidly, my thoughts spinning.
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Chapter 42
I should’ve disagreed.
I should’ve said revenge wouldn’t change anything.
But then I remembered David’s eyes full of mockery,
The way he laughed at my pain.
The cruel words he hurled like sharp blades.
And in that moment, the shadow of hatred took shape.
Dante wasn’t entirely wrong.
I let out a heavy sigh, like I was finally accepting something that had been inside me all along.
“Yeah… My voice was quiet but firm. “You’re right.”
A satisfied smile spread across his lips.
His eyes gleamed with something dark and dangerous as he leaned in to kiss my hair.
“Don’t worry, little bunny…” he murmured against my skin. “Soon, you’ll have a surprise.”
I frowned, a shiver crawling down my spine.
“What does that mean?” I asked, trying to decipher the cryptic tone in his voice.
He let out a low, humorless laugh.
“I’m not asking you to be a dog. I’m telling you–you belong to me.”
“A privilege?”
‘Yes.”
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