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I will kill him for this. I will Kill Marcus Valentine even if it’s the last thing I do. This is more than the city. This is more than my life. I will level this entire place to the ground. They always talk about the monster who runs this city, they tell ghost stories to scare children into staying in their beds and stop teenagers from wandering the streets at night, and if it’s the monster they want, then it’s the monster they’ll get. I will tear them all limb from limb, I’ll let their blood coat my skin, wearing it like a cloak and I won’t stop until I have my little bird back in my arms.
A King will always protect his Queen, and I may have failed this time, but this motherfucking God is vengeful.
The organ inside my chest no longer beats for me or this city, it beats for her.
She told me she loved me. I didn’t deserve that, not from her. I didn’t deserve that full stop. Loving me would damn her to hell. I would never let her go, she belonged to me, and now I know she has given me her heart, I’ll do anything to get her back, damned or not.
I’m coming little bird and together we will bring our enemies to their knees.
“You’ve called the monster now, Griffin, don’t be surprised that he’s answered.”
I had no idea if Lex was coming and it didn’t even really matter if he was, I was no damsel, I didn’t need rescuing, I mean a little help would be nice, but I was getting out of here with or without him. There was no way I was dying like this, like a rat in a sewer. And none of these women deserved this fate. I was getting us all the fuck out of here.
“I’m going to make him pay for this, mark my words little bird, you’ll be standing at my side whilst we watch his heart beat in my fist. I’ll make it rain, little bird. For you. Always for you.”
Let it be said, even the devil can be tamed.
I always wondered why I felt attached to him somehow, always worried about why his breed of brutality spoke to me in ways I was never able to understand but now I know. And it’s because I was born to be like him. To stand at his side. To rule and reign.
I am forever marked down as a Valentine. But I am not a Valentine. I am a Silver.
“Little bird,” I coo, “Tell me.” “You,” she cries, “I’m yours!” “Good girl,” I drop down to my elbows, nuzzling my nose into her hair as I roll my hips slowly but no less deep, “Such a good girl.”
kill him.” She declares. “I hope you do little bird, I want to see you bathed in his blood.”
I don’t belong to him. I belong to me. Lex likes to believe I belong to him and whilst he has my heart and my body, I am still me. I will always be me.
“Yes. Lex, I love you, though I’m sure it’ll leave me as damned as you are.”
“I am in love with you too,” I admit, “I never thought it possible, but I love you, little bird. All and every part of you.”
“I will always protect you,” I tell her, “You will always be first.” “Your city comes first,” she breathes, pressing a kiss to my palm. “Not anymore, little bird.” Her eyes open and she stares up at my face, checking for deceit in my words but she’ll find none. I never thought it possible. Weakened by a woman, brought to my knees by a single female who started out as a means to an end but became my queen instead. “I love you,” I whisper against her mouth.
“You look so beautiful with the kingdom at your feet,”
“Look at our city, my love, look at our city whilst I worship its queen.”
I press a kiss to her spine, “Forever may we rule.”
“Valentine is your father.” “No, he is not.” She snaps as she tilts her chin up, staring at me, “I am not a Valentine.” “A Lawson?” I say. “No.” “Then what?” She stomps her way towards me, my very own little ball of fury, she stabs her finger into my chest, “I am a fucking Silver.”
I stop and rest the tip of the blade against his throat, “I am stronger than I have ever been,” I tell him, watching his pupils dilate, becoming so dark it almost drowns out the light, “More powerful.” “You are,” his Adams apple bobs as he speaks, scratching the blade across his skin. “And yet you wish to keep me in a cage?” I whisper, “Am I still your prisoner, Alexander?” One side of his mouth tips up, “No.” “Then put me next to you,” I demand, “Show them just how strong we are together.”
She was mine. She would always be fucking mine. A queen. The light in the darkness of my life.
“Are you ready to rule, little bird?” “With you,” she sucks my finger into her mouth, “always.”
