Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 48 - Pick

(Christian POV)

The days following my encounter with Jake were a blur of unease and tension. Every moment spent with Y/N felt tinged with a creeping sense of dread. Jake's words echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of the precarious balance we had struck between truth and deception.

I had managed to keep Jake's threats at bay, but it was only a matter of time before he resurfaced. The unease gnawed at me, a relentless pressure building just below the surface. I knew I had to take action before Jake's interference shattered the fragile world Y/N and I had built.

The sun had long since set when the message arrived—a curt, cryptic text from Jake, demanding another meeting. This time, the urgency in his tone was unmistakable. He had found something, or perhaps he was merely desperate to provoke a reaction. 

Either way, I couldn't ignore it.

I left the house quietly, slipping into the night with a sense of grim determination. The air was thick with the promise of rain, the clouds hanging low and heavy overhead. I made my way to the park, the familiar path now shrouded in shadows.

Jake was waiting under the same streetlamp, his figure a stark silhouette against the dim glow. He didn't waste any time on pleasantries. "Christian," he called out, his voice carrying a note of triumph. "I knew you'd come."

I approached him slowly, my steps measured and deliberate. "What do you want, Jake?" My voice was calm, but inside, a storm was brewing.

Jake smirked, holding up the flash drive again. "This time, I have something that will make her see. She'll finally understand who you really are. And then, she'll leave you."

His words were like gasoline to the fire simmering within me. I felt the last threads of my patience snap. Without thinking, I lunged forward, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him into the shadows. He struggled, his eyes wide with fear and shock, but I was beyond caring.

"Shut up," I hissed through gritted teeth. "You don't know anything about us."

I didn't give him a chance to respond. My grip tightened, and I half-dragged, half-carried him down the street, my mind singularly focused on one destination: my basement. The place where I could finally put an end to this madness.

Jake continued to struggle, his protests growing louder. "You're crazy! She's going to find out—"

"Oh, I don't think she will care," I snapped, cutting him off. My voice was low, a dangerous edge creeping into my words. "You have no idea what you're talking about."

We reached the house, and I shoved him through the door, dragging him down the stairs into the basement. The room was dimly lit, the air cool and damp. It was a space I rarely used, a place that held a sense of foreboding even in the best of times.

Jake stumbled, falling to his knees on the cold concrete floor. He looked up at me, his face pale and eyes wide with fear. "Christian, you don't have to do this," he pleaded, his voice trembling.

I stood over him, my chest heaving with the effort to control my rage. "You should have left us alone, Jake. You don't understand what you've done."

He swallowed hard, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "Please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone."

I laughed, a bitter, humorless sound that echoed off the basement walls. "It's too late for that. You've already gone too far."

Jake's eyes darted around the room, searching for any means of escape. But there was none. He was trapped, and he knew it. The realization seemed to drain the last of his defiance, leaving only a raw, naked fear.

I reached into my pocket and pulled knife. The certainty in my voice left no room for doubt. Jake knew, in that moment, that there was no escape.

Hours passed in a blur. I lost myself in the methodical process of dealing with Jake, my mind focused solely on eliminating the threat he posed. The basement walls seemed to close in around us, the silence punctuated only by his muffled cries and my steady breathing.

When it was done, I stood over him, my chest heaving with exertion. Jake was silent now, his body slumped against the cold, hard floor. I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of finality settle over me. It was over. The threat was gone.

I left the basement, locking the door behind me. As I made my way back upstairs, I felt a strange sense of calm wash over me. I had done what needed to be done to protect us, to keep our lives from unraveling.

Y/N was still asleep when I returned to our bedroom. I slipped back into bed, careful not to wake her. She stirred slightly, her hand reaching out to find mine. I took it, squeezing gently, and she sighed contentedly in her sleep.