Authors: Jaci J
“Yes. London, I’ll take care of you. What does it matter with who
owns
it? Whether I tear it apart or leave it whole, you’ll never go without. You can still be a part of it. Baby, you can have everything you want, with or without the company.” He can’t be serious. Another piece of my heart dies.
“Fuck you, Dante.” I feel like he’s slapped me. Until this very moment I never understood the idea of loving and hating someone at the same time, but right now, I’ve never hated someone so fucking much. Not even my father or Perry could begin to match this hatred I have for him. I’ll die before letting my company go to him or anyone else. I earned it and it’s mine. He’s gonna have to fight me for it, or kill me.
“I don’t want your fucking help. I don’t need you to run it for me.” I say very calmly.
“Then what
do
you want. Do you want it all?” He yells at me. I want my company and I want him to disappear. “Do you want millions of dollars? The yachts, the expensive cars, exotic trips, million dollar homes all over the globe? Do you want the keys to a company you clearly don’t know shit about? Baby, I’ll give it all to you. I can fucking give you the world. Fuck that goddamn company.” He screams. “It’s important to me for reasons that’ll never be important to you. You can have anything on the goddamn planet, London, and I can give it all to you.” He says throwing his hands out to his sides.
He doesn’t get it. He can’t see past his own greed and selfishness to see what I need or want. The sick fucking bastard only cares about what’s going to benefit him. The idea crushes me.
“I don’t want shit from you. Nothing. I want you out of my life and
my
company.” Shaking his head he practically growls at me.
“That’s never gonna happen. I love you, but I love myself and my company just as much, and I’ll never let any of it go.”
I hate him. “You played me. I should’ve walked away from you in the beginning. You used me.”
“Maybe you should have, but you didn’t, and you love me as much as I love you.”
“I don’t love you, Dante. I can never love someone like you.”
His head snaps back. I can see him slipping. “Yes you do.” He counters cautiously. How wrong he is. I couldn’t love him any less than I do right at this moment.
“You’re the one who’s naïve. You’ve ruined whatever we could’ve had, which turns out, was nothing. I don’t love you. I could never love someone like you. If I could, I’d have you wiped clean from this planet and save us all the suffering. You do nothing but shit on everyone and everything you come into contact with. I may be naïve and stupid to you, but you’re a heartless, worthless human being.” Those cruel eyes close with my words.
“You’re mad and I get it, but I know you love me. You’ll get past this and everything will be fine, trust me.” He states firmly, but his voice is uncertain.
“I did love you, but I hate you more. Nothing, and I mean
nothing
can fix the damage you’ve done. Any love I have for you is already fading. I’ll move on from you, Dante, but you’ll be alone. You’ll have your business to keep you warm at night, and that’s all you’ll ever have.”
“London.” He reaches for me. I know deep down inside there’s something good in all that bad. But it’s the black, it’s the dark, and it’s the selfish, terrible man that shines through the brightest and burns the hottest. I won’t live with that. Somewhere deep down he meant well, but the lies killed that small, kind part of him. He’s ripped my world apart, along with his if he truly loves me. I want him to suffer. I want him to pay for the wasted months I gave him, and I want him to pay for fucking with me.
He makes a grab for my hand and I almost crack, but I look into those deceitful eyes and know he’s unfixable. I can’t save him. No one can. He’s shattered into millions of unfixable pieces, destroyed by the lies, the violence, and all the greed that keeps him going. If I give in, he’ll only devastate what little is left of me.
“Leave me alone and stay out of my life. If you ever felt anything for me, you’ll bow out and give me what’s mine. You’ll disappear and
never
come back. You’ll crawl into a sad, dark hole and die from my world.” The words hurt when they pass my lips.
“No.” He argues.
“Yes.” I say with certainty.
For a long moment he watches me. He doesn’t say anything, but I see the finality sink in. I can feel the acceptance of the mess he’s made. Giving a brief curt nod, he closes his eyes and sucks in a ragged breath. “Okay.” Turning to leave he makes it a few steps before he stops.
Looking back over his shoulder, I watch him swallow hard and compose himself. Smoothing a hand down his exquisite suit jacket, he rights his tie, the tie I picked this morning. Standing in front of me, he’s everything he’s always been, but I’m finally able to truly see him for the man he truly is, and has been all along; a cruel, sick bastard.
It was always there in the depths of those black eyes. All twelve of those terrible personalities flash in those soulless eyes before he schools his features into a mask of composure. I see the end when he stares into my heartbroken green ones. But I also see
him.
“Remember, London, no matter where you go or what you do, I’ll be there. I’ll be watching you because I’ll never be able to let you go.”
“And you’ll live a sad life watching me from afar, because I’ll never forgive you for this.”
“But I’ll
always
love you. I have no intentions of giving up on you, but I will give you time to process and you’ll come to realize that I won’t allow you to love anyone else, be with anyone else, but me. You can’t run from me, London. You’re mine, and you always will be.”
“I don’t belong to anyone, Dante, and you’ve lost any right to be a part of my life. I hope someday you feel exactly the way you’ve made me feel today―destroyed. This feeling will pass and our time together will be a sick, twisted memory that I’ll forever loathe. I won’t let another person use me again. I hope you’re prepared for what’s about to come. I don’t intend to give up this company to you, my father, or anyone who thinks they can take it from me. I’m done being the blind, love sick bitch I’ve been. Don’t count me out, Dante. You’ve not seen what I’m capable of when I want something so remember, when I come for you, and I will, you’ll understand that you’re the one who created the monster I’ll become. You should’ve never underestimated me because when I’m backed into a corner, I will come out swinging, you stupid motherfucker. So let’s finish the game we started, shall we?
I live in a small hick town right on the coast of good Ol’ Washington State, about two hours outside of Seattle. Although I live in a small town, don’t mistake my location for my love of all things country, because I’m a city girl through and through. My heart lives in the fast paced hustle and bustle of the city. I live with or right next door to my tribe, or as most know them, my family. My lovely, but nutty mother lives right next door with my hair brained Grandma. I currently reside in my nut house with my strange, but wonderful fiancé and my wild as hell little monster boy. My biker mouthed, but funny and amazing little sister lives not too far away with my adorable nephew and hick, down to his bones, brother in law. I have an enormous love for music. I love it all. My sister and I go to as many concerts as humanly possible, but my passion is reading and writing. I have a love of all things book-related. If it has words, I’ll read it. I decided one day to write because my poor brain couldn’t take any more of the massive stories I had stored away. I figured hell, I love them, and maybe someone else will too. So I started writing and couldn’t stop. I still can’t stop. It’s now become an obsession―a lovely obsession.<3
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