Aella Diamantini's entire life changes when her father suddenly dies of cancer and she's forced to move from Los Angeles to a Victorian small city of billionaire in England, with her baby twin siblings, to live with her mother who abandoned her when...
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It took awfully longer than I expected to get every little crushed bloodied remain of his body from the damned cabin, and Tristan took care of taking out what was on the wood crusher, given his experience with... crushing dead bodies in it. When we were done, the gloves I was using had been reaped when I tried taking a part of his intestines from the crusher, and I had to just do it the way Tristan was doing it. Which will leave me traumatized for life, undoubtedly.
I also cut my hand when the glove was cut, but I ignored it and pretended not to, taking advantage of how I was covered in blood. It took so long that the blood had started drying all over me, especially on my face, hair, and hands. We didn't speak another word to one another, it was past midnight when we filled the buckets with it all.
Then, he began to take the six to a boat that was anchored on the part of the cabin that was touching the lake, and the idea of him going to the lake, in that little boat, with all that weight with him, gave me goosebumps. The nightmare kind. Fear creeping inside of my very bones, especially when he turned to me and said, "Get in."
My feet got cemented in the cabin, "No."
"No?" He frowned. "Just get in here, Aella, you killed him, you will help me throw him to the piranhas. But for that, we need to go to the middle of the lake, hence why the boat. So, get your bloody arse in here."
"I will not get in this damned boat," I hissed, the sheer idea of getting in it making me want to die instead, my fear of deep water sinking its claws on my very soul.
Tristan got up from the boat, jaw clenched and angry, and came to where I was, grabbing me by my right forearm, "Get in."
"I said no!" I yelled, hyperventilating, fighting against him.
"I won't throw you in the damn lake, Aella, fucking damn it, just get the fuck in!"
"No!" I pushed against him. "Get off!"
But he didn't listen to me, he grabbed me effortlessly out of the cabin and dragged me into the boat with him, throwing me at the other extremity where there were four of the six bucks, as he sat where there was only two, and before I could even do anything about it, we were getting out of the shore.
"See? It wasn't that bloody hard!" He hissed.
But I had no attention to pay to his words, my eyes widening and twitching as I looked around, seeing deep dark water all around me, my hands gripping the edges of the boat tighter, so tight my knuckles paled, desperate to stable me out of land. My legs and arms began to shake, and it wasn't because of the chilly early October midnight wind, just as my jaw clenched tight and everything around me froze, anything but the feeling of imminent death that constricted my throat.
All I could was that I was going to fall and die, that the boat would wrack and Tristan would save himself by swimming, while I would drown and be eating by the piranhas for being covered with blood, all because I killed Christian Alec Beaufort. My vision got blurry as I stared at the lake and I struggled to breath, my lungs constricted and burning. Cold sweat formed in my skin and my tears rolled down my eyes.
