Jonathan King
"I couldn't hate you even if I tried," I said with a pained chuckle. My heart felt crushed with every short breath and wave of emotion. I never imagined that someone's words could inflict such pain, akin to a knife thrust repeatedly into the heart while blood seeps from the wound. I would rather endure the numbness in my chest and allow my mind to wither with each fragment of her memories. ''I just wanted you naked,'' It repeats in my mind like a relentless grenade, one I am willing to endure a hundred times rather than let her go.
The day her hand slips from mine for the last time, I'll willingly end my life before seeking another's embrace. Why did I abandon my senses at the door upon her arrival? Why didn't I retain my composure and control? I surrendered everything to her, with no desire for its return. My hands clench into fists in an attempt to soothe my restless mind. Gripping my phone, I press it to my ear. "Your number again?" A chuckle travels through the line, predatory in its amusement. "Truly a masterpiece," I respond icily, denying him the pleasure.
''"Jonathan, relax. You and I could still rule this world and the next," he said with a chuckle, earning a scowl from me. "We're not in high school anymore," I replied firmly, but he chuckled again. "Come on, my man," he urged, seeking camaraderie. "Rhys Carson, the dumbass, how are you and the dead girls? I hope their ghosts keep you company," I said sarcastically, smirking coldly as I settled onto my sofa, letting the cushion ease the tension the woman had caused. A vein throbbed on my temple like a dark omen, a reminder of her infuriating effect that compelled me to call this fool.
Let me introduce Rhys Carson, an Italian prince and my former best friend. By some twist of fate, I befriended the mafia prince who viewed every woman as his plaything. I was known for my icy, bad-boy demeanor, while he played the part of a charming, gentlemanly figure until he left your room. Despite his prowess with women—a trait that still irks me—he was equally skilled in the arts of killing, extracting, and concealing. He epitomised a lion that had become a solitary predator, ready to condemn any soul to the hell where he belonged. Rhys Carson, a devil with a charming smile, holding cards that were never meant to be in your favour.
"So, you've found a woman who isn't half bad," I heard the mockery in his voice, his attempt to incite jealousy—the bastard. "I mean, she'd look better with me," he said, his sly grin audible over the phone as he landed a friendly punch. "You better watch it, or you won't have anything left down there when I'm through," I retorted with icy sarcasm, eliciting a groan from him. "Leave my big boy alone. You know you miss it." I could almost see him winking over the phone line, playing the part of a love god.
"Try in the next life, and I might break your back," I said with a cold smirk over the phone, sipping my black coffee with one sugar. I typically take it straight, no sweetness or other interference—just pure, like hell itself. I had been refining my tastes for my wildcat, but she chose to tread on my heart like a lioness. ''Ah, daddy!'' He moaned like a woman, ''Can't wait,'' he tried to make his voice like a temptress. ''Next life, I will just murder you,'' my voice sound frustrated and rightfully so.
"Fine," he groans, his tone growing colder and his concern deepening. "So, Anupama?" he inquires softly, "Is she the one?" His words carry a note of longing, accompanied by the tapping of his foot against the floor. "I am certain about many things, and she is indeed one of them. However, there are variables," I reply, my voice softening as her words impacts me like a potent drug.
''I just wanted you naked,'' rings like the bells of Notre dame.
"Brother, eww..." Rhys complains, mimicking a small child denied a toy. "The drug was just your average sleeping pills, but the dosage is what's concerning," he states coldly. I lick my lips, gripping the edge of the sofa's armrest. I am going to murder that man piece by piece till he cries for mercy. I will pay for his recovery only to destroy him again. I would torture him before the devil has a chance at even ending his worthless soul. He touched my WOMAN. He touched my WILDCAT. He touched what is MINE. He would have to pay hell for touching my queen.
"Dosage?" I clenched my teeth tightly. "Four pills, not lethal but enough to keep you unconscious for a day and a half." I murmured in response to his findings, each detail fueling my anger and desire for revenge. I knew Rhys was capable of many things, but not of instantly identifying the perpetrator. "In my eyes, this is kidnapping. Sufficient grounds to flee the country," I declared, a scowl etched on my face, while Rhys gave a quick hum and rose to his feet. "I've set my search team on your old files, on those who wish you harm, and on her history. Additional security has been arranged for you as well."
II nodded, listening to him, my veins still tense and wrecked from a day of WorldWinds. "Thank you," I said coldly to Rhys, who chuckled loudly. "Anything for the woman who stole my friend's heart," Rhys replied in a soft tone. "I love you," he added with a smirk, aiming to irritate me further. ''I will kill you and your future wife if you say that again.'' I quickly cut the call, slamming my phone against the table.
Whoever tries to take my woman would have to pray death comes easy cause I don't forgive anyone who bruises her. I will not spare anyone, even if it breaks me in half; this world will never break her again. I have lived. Now it is her time to live.
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ANUPAMA'S SONG*
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