His Indulgence || Book Two

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Eric's POV:

It seemed as if everything in the world came crashing down on me all at once. My vision became tunneled as the pictures melted onto my shaking hands.

Jealousy flashed through me. I was infuriated.

Hate so strong ignited in me, sparking every single nerve in my body, immensely. The dark anger in me needed a way out, and so I turned to the only object near me.

Without hesitation, I sent all my energy and force through my fist, impacting into the wall. With so much adrenaline coursing through me, I didn't feel a thing. Not that I could've gotten a good connection anyway since my wrists had still been shackled.

Each time the pictures flashed through my mind, wrath boiled within me. I felt disgusted, horrified, and bloodthirsty. Everything I've ever done for Danica, all for it to be thrown away. Not just to any man, but a man I've placed all my trust and loyalty in.

All of a sudden, everything fell into place. Their affair started when I was gone, explaining the tension between them both. Who knows if it still went on till this day?

My fist jerked back, and blood trickled from my knuckles.

I stood there against the wall, leaning my head on it as I felt my heart perish. Nothing but aching sadness was left in me. My forehead rested on the cool wall, and I closed my eyes for a second, failing to erase the images from my brain.

Tears began to well in my eyes as my miserable emotions got the best of me. Everything was all just a clear indication that I'm the problem, that I just wasn't good enough.

I didn't deserve the warmth of love or the feeling of a genuine friendship. I was unworthy of everything good in this world, and now I've accepted my faith. Just like my brother Marcello had once said before— I didn't deserve to be happy.

I deserved nothing because I was a monster. And that's all I'll ever be to people.

Slowly, I began to turn around, allowing the burning tears to stream down each side of my face.

Scarlett enjoyed my grief, she stood there with a smug smile on her face, finding great comedy in this.

"Torture me all you want, but promise me one thing." I declared.

She lifted a brow, intrigued, "And what makes you think—"

"Kill me," my demanding voice cut her off, "It's all I ask."

It caught her off guard, having her smug expression turn still. Behind the emptiness in her eyes, I saw a faint feeling of worry.

Despite all the menacing things she had planned for me, she surely didn't plan on killing me. She still had some kind of compassion or remorse for me, and it all showed in her hesitation.

She cleared her throat, "Well, I have no problem with that."

Her words would've fooled anyone else but me. I knew she was lying, and I could always tell, but those words were all I had. And if she wouldn't kill me, I'd find someone who would. I'm sure Nicolás would be honored to.

Even though I knew she was fibbing, I didn't change my demeanor, making it seem as if I believed her.

"Good," I nodded slightly as my eyes fell, "The sooner the better," I said, at last, turning away from her, and sitting on the cold cement ground.

Santiago's POV:

It's been days since the disappearance of Eric, and each day Danica became more and more worried. Nights would go by without her sleeping, and now I'd begin to notice the bags forming under her troubled eyes.