UNTIL DEATH ( Love should Never be this deathly )

CHAPTER 11

"Good evening, Rose," Vincent said, a playful smirk dancing across his lips, hinting at mischief and familiarity.

"What do you want?" she pressed again, her tone sharp, cutting through the tension that hung in the air.

"I came to see you," he replied, his grin widening, a blend of charm and confidence that seemed to fill the space between them. In a swift motion, she attempted to shut the door, seeking refuge from his presence, but he swiftly intervened, his hand bracing against the wood, preventing her retreat.

"Won't you invite me in?" he asked, his smile radiant, capable of melting the iciest of hearts.

As the tension increased and the reality set in that she wouldn't move, her feet firmly planted in defiance, he stepped past her, crossing the threshold into her sanctuary.

"Get out of my house!" she exclaimed, her voice rising with a mix of indignation and fear. Yet, as he entered her space, a sense of dread began to creep over her, wrapping around her like a chilling fog. The walls of her safe haven suddenly felt constricting, as if they were closing in around her, leaving her vulnerable in the absence of anyone to shield her from his presence.

He chose to disregard her command, fully aware that her anger stemmed from his audacity. But beneath her bravado, he could sense a flicker of fear. For him, this encounter was not merely a fleeting whim; it was a necessity, an irresistible pull that drew him to her, compelling him to breach the boundaries that she had so carefully erected. He couldn't help himself—he needed to see her, he missed her.

"You have no right to be here! I'll call the police!" she warned, her voice strained as she fought to maintain an air of authority, attempting to mask the quiver that threatened to betray her fear. Each syllable felt like a fragile thread, stretched taut in her desperate bid to compel him to leave.

"Go ahead," Vincent replied, his voice calm yet laced with a challenge. He turned to face her, the playful smirk that had once adorned his lips now replaced by an impassive expression, his eyes steady and unyielding.

Rose felt her heart race, fear doubling within her as she took in his demeanor. With shaky hands, she instinctively fisted the fabric of her dress at her sides, seeking to anchor herself against the rising tide of panic that threatened to overwhelm her.

Vincent's nonchalance only heightened her anxiety as he continued to advance further into her apartment, moving with a self-assuredness that suggested he had every right to be there, as if he were reclaiming a space that had never truly belonged to her.

Rose cast a wary glance at her phone, which lay temptingly on the console table, just a few paces away where Vincent stood, seemingly absorbed in the vibrant display of flowers that adorned her living space.

A surge of urgency propelled her forward, her heart racing as she rushed to snatch the device, her fingers trembling with the weight of her intentions. She needed to contact the officer who had intervened in Dylan's arrest just five days prior, to report the intrusion of the man who had disrupted her life once more.

As the call connected, she wasted no time. "Inspector Lavens, this is Rosa Andrew, Dylan's fiancée—"

But before she could finish her thought, Vincent's hand shot out with swift determination, snatching the phone from her grasp. His expression morphed into a mask of barely contained fury, the realization of her identification striking him like a blow. The venom in his gaze was evident, as if her very words had ignited a fire within him. Rose felt the chill of fear creep back into her bones, leaving her acutely aware of how precarious her situation had become.

Vincent's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the name flashing across the screen of the phone, a flicker of recognition igniting within him. He was acutely aware that many of the officers she might reach out to were on his payroll, firmly under his influence, ensuring that he had a grip on the law that surrounded him.