Their Blue Rose

Prologue

Prologue

“Why did you do this to me?” I cry out. I’m in his apartment hiding in the corner by the bed. My hair is a mess and eye liner’s pouring down my face from my tears.  I should’ve known better.

“Shut the hell up.” He murmurs, yet it comes through as a yell. He’s rummaging through his dresser with a gun firmly planted in his left hand.  I hear a crash from the other room as I huddle closer to the wall with a whimper.

I hear him close the drawer, but don’t notice he’s moved until he comes to crouch in front of me. I see him set his gun down beside me as I cautiously look up. I feel him stroke my cheek, my eyes meet his sorrowful ones and we both take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry for this, Princess.” He shakes his head, looking towards the bedroom door.  I can hear men shouting and things crashing. “I should’ve never gotten you involved in this… but I’m going to make sure you get out of this tonight.” He looks me in the eyes, “I want you to get out of here and go off to college like your father said. Forget ever meeting me. Forget all the bullshit, Okay? Can you do that?”

I can’t, but I nod anyway as I begin to cry even more. I hear the voices getting closer.

He wipes my tears away with his thumb before pulling another gun from the back of his pants and placing it in my hand. I start shaking my head, “No, I don’t want that.”

I try to hand it back, but he won’t let me, forcing my fingers around it.

“You know how to use it, Princess.” He’s right and that was the problem.

“You promised. You promised me I’d never have to shoot anyone again.”

“We both knew that was a lie… Just take it. You’ll need it. The second they get that door open, get out of here and shoot anyone that gets in your way.” This can’t be happening. I should’ve walked away months ago. No… I couldn’t have even if I had tried. He had been too good for me despite all the things he did to others.

I fell for the man that everyone warned me against, the man that could kill without regret, the one everyone was petrified of.

I watch him pick up the gun he set down earlier. My eyes are stuck on the spot as he lifts my chin up, kissing me softly. I can taste my tears between our lips and begin to sob. He’s telling me so much with such a simple act. He pulls away and I find myself staring into his blue-eyes, just before the bedroom door bursts open and a shot rings through the room.

 

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