Love Hurts

Sixteen

Warning, major trigger warning this chapter has violence and death in it, please be advised of this before you read on. I do hope you have enjoyed this book so far. I know it is a dark book but my hope is it help just one victim of violence to see they are not alone, this book is very close to my heart. Most events are fiction but some are very real and was hard to write so please don't let it trigger you. Much love and keep rocking on 🤘!

Alan,
     
          It has been a few months since the incident with my ex-wife, and I find myself outside her house, waiting for her friend Kim to come out. I have a plan to confront her and make her realize the consequences of her actions. I have been observing them through a camera I installed in their home, and I can't help but be attracted to my wife's desirable body. However, it's time to move on from fantasies and face reality.
        As Kim finally leaves for her date, I decide to follow her. I keep my headlights off for a while, making sure not to startle her too soon. Once I feel it's safe, I turn on my headlights and flash them at her car, initiating a chase. I want to give her a taste of the fear and panic she caused me.
     She straightens her car on the road and accelerates, attempting to outrun me, I suppose. But, my dear, that won't be happening. I firmly press the gas pedal and effortlessly catch up to Kim's small car. It's almost embarrassing how easily I close the distance. I lightly tap the back of her bumper, knowing she lacks experience in these situations. As expected, she swerves to the right and collides head-on with a tree.
      I get out of my car and go to Kims finding her unconscious. I pull her out of the car and carried her to my car and drove her to a warehouse. Once inside, I secured her to a chair that I had prepared beforehand. To wake her up, I gently slapped her face. Kim's eyes widened in alarm, and she attempted to scream. I quickly covered her mouth with my hand, urging her not to scream again as it would only anger me and result in harm before Camilla arrived. Kim nodded, indicating her understanding. Confused, she questioned my actions, expressing doubt that Camilla would return to me in this manner. In response, I slapped her across the face again, asserting that she didn't know what my princess was capable of. I blamed Kim for planting the idea in Camilla's mind that I was a bad person, leading to our current predicament. As I spoke, I revealed a gun that I had concealed in my back pocket, threatening to end Kim's life then and there.
       I find Kim's expression amusing. It seems like she's not as tough as she thinks she is.
      "Well, this has been entertaining, but I think it's time to involve Cam now. What do you think?"
      Kim just stares at me without saying anything.
      So, I use Kim's phone to text Camilla.
     Kim: Hey princess, I have your friend at the warehouse. If you want to see her alive, meet me there alone or I'll shoot her in the head at the first sight of anyone else with you. Can't wait to hear from you, princess.
    Now let's see how long it takes for Camilla to leave her boyfriend.
    30 minutes later, Camilla calls me, asking where to meet.
   What a stupid bitch. I already told her I was at the warehouse in the first text message.
   "We're at the warehouse, Camilla."
   "Let me talk to Kim so I can make sure she's safe."
   I tell her that she is not in control and to prove it, I pinch Kim's breast and bite down hard, causing her to cry out in pain.
  Camilla arrives quickly and appears to be alone.
   She approaches Kim and crouches down to untie her. I allow her to do so, then I allow him to run to the opposite side of the building. I then grab Camilla and bring her close to me. "Watch this, princess," I say to her as I take out the gun and shoot it at Kim. I feel a sense of satisfaction as I see Kim fall to the ground.
   Now it's just the two of us again, just the way I like it. I kiss Camilla on her neck, feeling her body melt against mine like it did when we first got married. Camilla asks me to let her check on Kim, but I refuse. I remind her that Kim is the reason she had the idea to fake her own death and leave me. I say that Kim can rot in hell where she belongs. Camilla reminds me that I promised not to hurt Kim if she came back to me, and I laugh. I tell her she should know better than to trust me, princess.
      I waste no more time talking. I want my dick so far inside her she feels it on the other side, so I throw her to the groan, and start pulling her pants down. Camilla's eyes widened, and I smile. You missed this, didn't you, princess?
      I bend down to take Camilla's jeans off, and damned if she did not punch me in the fucking face.
      "Camilla, I'm trying to be respectful. I just want to be intimate with my wife."
       "You will never have that privilege again," Camilla shouts at me.
       I tried to maintain my composure, but she always knows how to provoke me. I decide to assert my dominance and show her who's in control. I deliver a punch to her stomach, causing her to almost vomit.
      I forcefully grab a handful of her hair and force her onto her knees.
      That's where she belongs.
      I hit her in the face, causing her to fall backwards and hold her nose. I believe I may have injured her. I lean over her and ask if she will cooperate and give me what I want. She insults me and tells me to go away. Then she asks me why I won't kill her and get it over with? I respond by saying that I have no intention of killing her yet, as this is much more enjoyable. I kick her in the ribs and she cries out in pain.
      Good, you little troublemaker. You're about to see who's in control here, and it's not you. She raises her leg and kicks me hard in the face, causing me to stumble backwards. I shake my head, trying to regain my composure.
      "Where do you think you're going, huh?" I ask her. "I'm really enjoying this game of cat and mouse we're playing, but it's time to get to the point."
       "Not so fast, princess," I tell her, grabbing her legs and pulling her towards me. "Now stay still, or there will be consequences," I say, brandishing a knife and running it along her side.
      "That's right, be a good girl," I say, preparing to continue, when suddenly I'm thrown off her and crash into a wall, landing on my shoulder.
    "What the hell?" I say, once I can think clearly and stand up. I come face to face with a large, muscular man.
    "You must be the boyfriend," I say, realizing the situation has taken an unexpected turn.
    "Yup, my name is Officer Moore and you are under arrest," the douche bag  informs me. Is this dude serious? "No, sir, I am not," I respond. "In fact, I am taking my wife and we are going home, isn't that right, princess?" I say to Camilla, but she remains frozen in place, staring straight through us. "Damn, you are one delusional son of a bitch," the boyfriend retorts. I believe he has it all wrong. He is the one who has been involved with a married woman. I'm done with this nonsense. I refuse to engage in a fight with this jerk. So, I retrieve my gun from my back pocket and aim it directly at his chest. However, he struggles to gain control of the gun and it accidentally discharges, hitting me in the shoulder. I know I won't be leaving this warehouse alive, so neither will my wife. I turn around, raising the gun towards Camilla with a smile on my face.
        "Goodnight, princess," I whisper, but as I prepare to end it all, a sudden jolt of agony shoots through my chest, causing me to collapse onto the ground. It feels like the fucker shot me right in the heart. The sound of betting fills the air, and Camilla's eyes dart between me and something else, but I'm paralyzed, unable to move. I can still speak and breathe, but the pain is excruciating, and I can't seem to stop the bleeding. My arms refuse to respond, preventing me from covering my wounded chest. And then, unexpectedly, the pain subsides.

@Crystal Steadman 2023