Murder In The Name Of Love

C H A P T E R : 10

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HIS SCENT SOOTHES MY BODY as soon as I enter his room. Something about his scent or maybe it was just him that made me think it wasn't such a bad idea if I were to die here today.

My body relaxes as his scent continues to caress me in a way it would have you closing your eyes to not intrude.

Shaking myself from my very unholy thoughts, I watch him as he sleeps peacefully without a care. For a moment I just stand there watching him like a creep. He looked so innocent almost like a boy and not like the man who just tried to kill his wife a few hours ago.

Rage consumes me when he sighs in deep slumber. He's here sleeping without a care while my brothers are worried sick about me, while Zarq is on a hospital bed laying in a coma, while I'm here with bruises on me.

I move toward his bed, my footsteps echoing through the room. Standing beside his bed, I look down at him and notice a few strands of hair disturbing his sleep.

Instinctively my hand reaches out to brush back the hair from his forehead. The frown in between his brows immediately dissolves. Standing there I simply admire the beauty of this man.

It truly would be a great loss for women across the globe.

I eye the gun on his bedside table.

But wouldn't that be too easy ?.

I really should've just picked it up and got it over with but Zarq's face flashes in front of eyes, his face disfigured from all the beatings his men gave my brother.

I laugh humorlessly. "Let's see how you like getting your air cut off. Clearly you have an obsession with it."

Picking up the pillow beside him, I take a deep breath before bringing it down onto his face, pressing as hard I could.

His body immediately starts struggling underneath and I press harder, making sure to keep my body out of the reach of his hands and legs flinging around aimlessly.

His body falls limp and I gasp. My hands shake uncontrollably, I stumble backwards into the bed side table and I had to clutch it with both of my hands to keep myself stable. Shit what have I done ?.

Suddenly he flings the pillow away from his face and stands up from the bed, his eyes enraged but keeping a good distance away from me.

Of course that bastard isn't dead. You can't kill trash.

He scoffs looking me up and down, "you didn't think you could actually kill me, did you ?.", he starts clapping slowly. "I do have to give you points for this little attempt though."

"Fuck you.", I snarl at him.

"Are you done throwing your tantrum now ?. I would really appreciate it if I could go back to sleep."