If Hux Could Kill || Kylo Ren

Make Me Wait

TW: smut, violence, murder, description of a panic attack

In one swift motion, I pulled the knife from Kylo's hand and drew it across the neck of the man sitting in front of me. My breath was shallow as I watched the blood spew from him, onto my legs, and down his shirt.

No one said a word, all standing in silence as we watched the last flicker of life drain from the man's eyes.

My jaw clenched as my gaze shot up to Armie.

"We didn't need him anyway." I said as I glanced between Vicrul and Kylo, who were both still staring at the man. "Clean this mess up." I said as I turned to walk out of the room, dropping the knife in the process.

Once I had made my way to the hallway, walking back towards my hotel room, I heard Armie speak.

"Georgiana." His voice was stern, causing me to turn. I held my hard expression, my jaw clenching. "What the fuck was that?"

"It's just business, Armitage."

"Don't call me that." He was now standing directly in front of me, mirroring my tall stance and killer expression.

"Don't forget I'm the one in charge here." I watched as his jaw clenched.

"You're making rash decisions." He lowered his voice in an attempt to not yell so that Kylo and Vicrul couldn't hear us.

"I can do whatever the fuck I want." My voice raised slightly.

"No. No you can't."

I glanced over his shoulder as Kylo stepped out of the room, looking in our direction.

I looked back up to Armie. I patted his arm. "Goodnight, brother." I said as I turned, walking back to my room.

Once I reached my room, shutting myself in, my back hit the wall and I slumped to the ground. I held my head in my hands, my breathing becoming shallow as I attempted to calm myself.

I didn't know if Noah was involved, I hoped he wasn't, that meant that I hadn't protected my family like I had promised I would.

I picked my head up, staring at the ceiling in an attempt to keep the tears from falling, failing. The tears streamed down my face, leaving a line through the blood that stained my face. I clamped my eyes shut as my body began to convulse with each sob that I tried to hold in. This couldn't be happening, I couldn't have failed my family, this was all just some kind of fever dream.

After several minutes of crying and not moving, I was able to calm myself enough to stand.

I made my way to the bathroom, avoiding the mirror and how horrible I must have looked as I let down my hair, peeling off my cream dress which was now stained with red splotches.

My mind was blank, no more emotions. I simply felt numb as I stepped into the steaming water of the shower stream.

I watched the floor of the shower as all of the blood and some dirt gathered before it disappeared down the drain. I didn't move for another several minutes.

I finally looked up, able to actually clean myself.

I soon stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a warm robe after drying myself off.

I walked over to the sink and glanced in the mirror.

I noticed how my eyes were still red and swollen from crying. My eyes were slightly glazed over, a sign of the lack of emotions I was now experiencing.