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“No, you’re the one who was shot and nearly bled out. Why the hell are you worried about me?” “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re always the first thing I think about. Gotta protect what’s mine, baby.”
“I figured Reina or one of the cheerleaders gave you pointers.” “They didn’t need to. I was already watching you.” “You were what?” I nearly choke on my own words. “I watched you, baby. For three years.”
“I still haven’t forgiven you.” “Even when I’m dying?” “You’re not dying!” My voice chokes. “We’ll get out of here.” “I’m kidding. I was only trying to play on your sympathy.”
“Sebastian…please, baby…please open your eyes, please…I can’t…I can’t live without you anymore. I don’t want to imagine it, so please…please stay with me…” A low grunt leaves his throat and I straighten, sniffling. “Sebastian..?” “You…called me…baby…” I smile at the amusement in his voice, allowing the salty tears inside my mouth. “I’ll call you anything you want. Just stay with me.” “Baby…” he grunts. “Yes?” “Marry…me.” “Huh?” “When…we get out…of here. Marry…me.”
“The one who will make you worthy of joining our family. In order to do that, you have to suffer a great loss.”
You still hold on to the hope that I’m the only friend you have and I still like to imagine you as my own Yuki-Onna. Cold, beautiful, and will one day fucking kill me.
Be safe. Or not. As long as you reply. And pray that I don’t have any other daydreams about Yuki-Onna or I will keep bugging you until you actually show up at my window. And then I might never let you go.
“You…said you’ll marry…me…” I croak, not recognizing my own voice. It’s hoarse, exhausted, and on the verge of collapsing. “Yes…” she snorts between sniffles. “I can’t believe that’s the only thing you’re thinking about right now.” So, it’s true. She said yes to the most horrible proposal ever.
Maybe you stopped replying to my letters because you were finally hit by other hard truths. Who did the hitting? Maybe I should be friends with them. I’m in the market for a different pen pal since my current one is ignoring me.
You must be laughing at my expense. Go ahead. You have every right to after everything I said. But that means you have to stop fucking ghosting me and actually write back. Don’t even believe for a second that this is the end. I might be having a crisis, but I’ll still be the Akira you love to hate. Write back. Even a word would do. Your other half you had no idea existed until now, Akira
“Maybe you should take your own advice. I barely went to law school and still passed the bar with a score better than yours.” “Nate helped you cheat.” “Hearsay.”
It’s her. Naomi. The one who broke me. Broke us. Now, it’s time I do the same.
“Then go have fun with all the girls. Why are you stuck with an old cat lady?” “Hello? Obviously, because I love cats.”
“Are you having a moment without me? Do I need to sabotage you and ruin your careers?” “Vindictive bitch suits you, Knox.” Daniel jabs him. “What can I say? I love digging graves.”
“Why should I care about what you want?” “You don’t want him to know either.” “Maybe I do. Maybe I’ll have a drink with him and tell him about all the ways I chased his pretty wife and fucked her in all her holes while she screamed for more. He could use some pointers.”
“This is wrong,” I murmur. “So?” He speaks against my chin, his skin setting mine on fire. “We shouldn’t do this…” “And yet we are.” “I…I’m married.” “That means fuck all to me.” “We’re over.” “I never agreed to that.”
By the end of tonight, she’ll remember why the fuck she’s mine. She’s not Akira’s or anyone else’s. She’s fucking mine. Always has been and always will be.
I’m at the door when his tired voice filters after me. “I wish I’d never met you. I wish you’d never returned.” I’m starting to wish that, too. I always thought we were two unique pieces that fit together perfectly, but maybe we’ve been forcibly jamming ourselves into molds that don’t fit us. Two wrongs don’t make a right. And we’re too deviant and forbidden to ever be right.
“No one but me will ever fuck you again.” “No one has.” She pants, her dark, teary eyes meeting mine. “No one has fucked me since you.”
It should’ve been my name attached to yours. My ring on your finger. My fucking arm around yours. You were my Naomi first. My fucking woman. But you went ahead and ruined it.”
As I kick the door shut, he pulls away and fixes his jacket, grumbling, “I’m suing you for assault.” “Really? Physical assault because I dragged you?” “No. Assault against fashion. The envy is real, mate.”
“The man Papa wants me to marry. His name is Damien Orlov and he’s a leader in the Bratva.”
He’s the man who fucking loves you with everything he has and doesn’t have. Sebastian Akira Weaver
“Speechless? Good.” Kai grabs me by the shoulder hard. So hard that it feels like he’ll break my bones, then whispers in a low, calm but threatening tone, “You’d better remember her sacrifices until the day you die. Or I’ll be there to make sure you take your last breaths.”
