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“So what do we do now?” Will asked. The corner of Michael’s lips lifted. “What we’re good at, I guess. Wreaking a little fucking havoc.”
The day was clear, not a cloud in the sky as I breathed out steam and looked up, seeing the scaffolding, tarps, and small yellow bulldozers sitting around the old cathedral. “What’s going on?” I asked. It wasn’t being torn down, was it? “I’m having it restored,” he answered, taking my hand and leading me inside the front doors.
“Restored?” I repeated, still confused. “As what? As a church, a historical site...?” He opened his mouth, taking in a deep breath as if he were a little apprehensive. “As a… house,” he finally answered.
“I really wanted this, and I was hoping you’d want to live here.” I froze. “With me,” he added.
And then his other fist came up, and I watched wide-eyed as he uncurled his fingers and a glint of sparkle appeared in front of me. I stopped breathing as he slid the ring on my left hand and continued to whisper in my ear, “And you’re going to want every second of it, because I know what you like, Rika, and I can’t live without you.”
I know this ring.
“This is one of the rings I took on Devil’s Night,” I said, my voice shaking as I looked up at him. “I thought you had returned everything.” “I did.” He nodded. “But this one I bought.”
“People don’t live like we do, Michael.” I turned my head to look at him again. “They go to movies. They cuddle in front of fires…” “I’ll fuck you in front of a fire,” he retorted, spinning me around and smirking as I laughed.
He’d corrupted me.
She corrupted me.
