His Indulgence || Book Two

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Danica's POV:

"Your combat is getting a lot better— I'm afraid you'll kick my ass now." Eric smirked, teasing me playfully.

Just as we heard a buzz come from the front gate, Eric pursed his lips as he got up from the dinner table.

"Weird, I haven't ordered anything lately." Eric's expression turned serious.

"Maybe Santiago did?" I suggested. But, it was two in the evening, meaning it was far too late for any packages to be delivered at this time. Therefore, it had to be a visitor— but who?

My only guess was Alessandra.

I got up as well, equally eager as curious, behind Eric as he made his way closer to the front door.

I heard Santiago shout Eric's name a few times, scrambling down the hall in pure panic. It instantly startled me.

"Eric— it's Scarlett! She's here." Santiago panted.

I felt my stomach collapse in itself, and my entire body immobilize. This couldn't be happening, not at this very moment. But yet again, I was grateful to be surrounded by Ravena, Santiago, and most importantly— Eric.

There was nothing to be worried about. . . Right?

"Guys! She's getting away!" Ravena added, catching up to us with Santiago's laptop in her hands.

"No she's not," Eric angrily snarled, reaching behind a painting on the wall and pulled out a handgun.

"Eric, stop!" Santiago yelled so loud, I felt the entire room shake. He stepped in front of Eric to reason with him, "You can't just walk out waving your gun around, and start firing it in broad daylight! Can't you see? It's a trap! She's trying to trick you!"

Santiago's appropriate and ethical statement immediately washed over Eric. He finally settled down, catching his breath and placed the gun aside.

After a few more tense seconds, he gulped and raked his fingers through his hair. Eric was clearly so frustrated and annoyed from everything.

As we just as we stood in the grim silence, Eric liberated a roaring groan, sending chills down everyone's spine.

I had never heard anything that intense and blaring from anyone like that before. His wail was entirely heartbreaking— ranging from profound feelings of aggravation, torment, and impatience.

Eric had his fists clenching onto his hair, and his eyes were squeezed shut. He was way past his breaking point, and I could see that this sick game Scarlett was playing was paining him. It was consuming every piece of sanity in his soul and state of mind.

I was lost with words, so instead of speaking I simply reached out to him, bringing him into an embrace. At first, he was so angry he refused, but moments later he held me in return once his temper cooled down.

His limbs melted on mine, and I could hear his sheer, muffled sounds of weeping against my neck. The vulnerability and resistance was killing him, inside-out. His forehead and hair was damp in sweat, and I could feel his body shake on mine.

"I'm so sorry," Eric's cry nuzzled his words in my ear, "I'm so sorry."

I rubbed his back, placing a comforting kiss on the side of his head.