Red.
I thought I was a master at controlling my emotions, but nothing could have prepared me for what I walked into. Jessica was bound to the bed, and that asshole's hands were all over her; all I could see was red.
The color was so crimson that it matched the blood that poured out of his back.
The sound of his gurgles as he took his last breaths was a symphony to my ears.
I would kill him again and again if death weren't final.
Trusting my gut, I took a knife from the kitchen and searched every room. I recognized him straight away as the guy from the park. He was already a dead man for thinking he could talk to her.
The anger I felt, the pure rage I felt, was nothing I have ever experienced. She's mine, and no one in this world gets to hurt her. No one.
I stabbed the motherfucker with no remorse.
The person lying on that bed was almost unrecognizable. A map of bruises covers her face, and one of her eyes is swollen shut. Dried blood coats her lips and the side of her mouth.
I am glad I had killed him on the spot.
The only thing I regret is not making that motherfucker wish for death.
Red still clouds my vision as I unbind her hands and feet. Rope burns mark her precious flesh; she fought; she fought with everything she had.
Good girl.
"Princess, Princess, can you hear me?"
No words or sounds escape her lips, and I growl in frustration. Being careful not to hurt her, I put my arms around her thighs and back, lifting her into my arms. Her head rests on my chest, and I sigh as I see her chest rise and fall.
"What the fuck happened?" Ezra roars. His eyes scan the room and land back on Jessica. "Jess, fuck Jess."
He reaches his hand out to touch her, and I growl, moving her out of his reach.
"Who the hell did this to her?" he roars.
My eyes move to the asshole on the floor, making his gaze follow. His eyebrow raises as he walks over to the body.
"Miles," he growls, "looks like you did my job for me. He's the one who attempted to rape Jess and killed her mom."
So that's the piece of shit's name. I might like this asshole more for wanting to handle this guy for her.
"She needs to go to the hospital," I grunt out.
"Go, I'll handle this here."
I go to leave the cabin when Ezra calls out to me.
"You might have saved me the trouble, Damon, but you owe me one."
I grunt a response and carefully carry her to my car.
If there is one thing I know for certain, it's that I'll protect my Princess with my life.
No one, and I mean no one, will ever hurt her again.
Once the doctor checks on Jessica and she is in her hospital room, I begin to pace. The drugs are still in her system, but the doctors assured me she would wake up soon. The IV should help the drugs pass through her system quicker.
Ezra still hasn't shown up, but I've contacted her uncle and Annabelle, who are on their way. I'm sure Jessica will appreciate the support when she wakes up. I didn't give them any details over the phone about what happened. I'll leave that ball in her court.
Sitting beside her, I grab her small hand and wrap it in mine. Her skin is hot to the touch, warming the coldness of my fingers. Blonde hair is spread across the hospital pillow, making her look like an angel covered in bruises.
A small groan escapes her lips as her hand twitches in mine. I can see her eyelashes flutter open before her big blue eyes stare up at me.
"Da... Damon."
"Welcome back, Princess." I use my other hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I've been hit by a truck," she says, her voice hoarse. "You... you saved me," tears start to fall down her cheeks, and the sight kills me.
"No one gets to hurt what's mine."
"Wha.. what about Miles? Oh, God."
"Shh. Let me worry about him; you need to rest."
"Bu... but."
"No buts, rest."
She nods her head and then winces. I hate this; I hate seeing her in pain. If I could swap positions with her, I would do it in a heartbeat.
"Jess," Annabelle exclaims as she walks into the room. "Shit, Jess, what happened?"
"I'll give you two a minute," I say, standing.
Annabelle rushes around to the side of the bed, taking up my position. She fusses over Jess as Jess starts to tell her everything that happened.
I leave the room to give the girls some space, and by space, I mean lurking outside the hospital room door. From now on, Jessica will be by my side at all times. I don't give a fuck if that's clingy.
I'm still wishing I could revive that motherfucker Miles and kill him all over again.
And again.
The rage has died down, but it's still simmering under the surface. How dare he, how fucking dare he hurt her in the ways that he did. I wish I could have seen everything that was coming to stop it before it happened. That motherfucker is lucky he's dead.
"Damon," a low, familiar voice calls out.
"What are you doing here?"
"Annabelle told me," Storm says, coming to stand beside me.
"You and the mouse, ha."
He grunts like usual. I fucking saw this coming from a mile away. If I didn't stop my need for playing games, I would tell him I know all about his attraction to Annabelle. It seems the little mouse has a secret, a secret that for some reason, has drawn this asshole in. It only took one night of following him to figure those two out.
It's interesting, to say the least.
I resist the urge to start pacing again as the mere thought that I could have lost her keeps invading my mind. I would burn this whole world down if something happened to her. She makes me feel an emotion I didn't even think I could feel.
Love.
I know without a doubt in my mind that I'm in love.
I'm in love with Jessica fucking Ellis.
She'll always be mine.
Always.
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King of Havoc - Dark Romance
RomansaHe's trapped me in his sights. Waiting to consume me. He wants to awaken the darkness inside me. Possess it and own me. Damon West is bad news. He might appear charming on the outside. But that's only a mask he wears to hide the true predator inside...