No Saint

by Ria Wilde

I nod, knowing it was a lie. I hated liars.

but wishes are for children and reality was cruel.

Most would call it paranoia, I call it survival.

I should have killed her. It was the easier option.

I was drawn to her. I wanted to witness that fire. That temper.

If perfection could be personified, I’d have it in front of me.

“Bruise her with that hand,” Gabriel growls, “And you’ll lose it.” He speaks to whoever holds me. They promptly loosen up but push me forward as Gabriel meets me halfway.

“and I meant what I said, mark a single inch of her and you’ll lose a hand.”

“From now, leonessa, you are mine. No one looks at you. Touches you. Even speaks to you without my permission. Mine. Are we clear?”

“Fuck. You.” “I’m sure we’ll get there eventually.”

She meets my eyes from the end of the aisle. And she grins.

I lovr her sm

“You’re foolish.” “Perhaps,” I agree, “But better foolish than dead.”

“Come, Miss Doyle.” “Mrs Saint,” I correct. They all freeze. “She is my wife, treat her as so.”

“Ah, my wife, the kind of feelings you stir may be considered a sin but trust me, my thoughts on you are so far from hell I may as well be in heaven.”

It’s not until I’m slowing that I realize the gates were open, that the grounds were too quiet.

When I reach the door, I find it slightly ajar. Gritting my teeth, I push it open to find a massacre inside.

WTF

“Enough!” Someone yells. That voice though, I recognized it. I knew it but in my panic, in my grief and my fear, it was a blurred mess inside my head. But I knew it, oh fuck, I knew but who!? Where did I know it from, “Let’s go.”

Who is it???

Something about Amelia’s reaction had warning sirens blaring inside my head. Why had she reacted to Atlas’s voice that way? Looked at him like he had answers to questions she wouldn’t voice.

I really dont trust this man. Suspect number 1

He looked like the devil, and he tasted like sin so perhaps it was fitting.

He would take nothing less than my whole heart. And I feared, more than he would ever know, that giving it over would take no time at all.

Pausing, I drop down until my mouth is at her ear, “marito, husband, Gabriel, call me as it is Amelia. It’s me here, not God. Your husband.”

Everything was going to shit. My whole fucking world was crumbling at my feet. It was self-destruction. I was combusting from the inside out, with her, this city, my dead brother…

Words have as much power on a person as actions. They cut just as deep and twice as hard. A physical trauma hurts the flesh, but words, they hurt the soul.

Gabriel Saint would be my undoing. My absolute ruin.

“He doesn’t know, does he?” I sigh but then shake my head, “I don’t want him to.”

I hear footsteps thundering towards the pool room and relief floods through me. I turn to see who but before I can, something heavy and hard slams into the side of my head.

“I installed locks.” I slump down into the chair, “Like she asked. Because Lincoln can’t swim but neither can she.” “How do you know?” “A hunch.”

He meets my eyes in the mirror and grins. My heart just about stops. He was fucking terrifying. “Amelia, this is Enzo.”

My man <3

“Who?” I swallow. “Who did this to you?” He asks. I don’t move and then realize why he could now see the scars. The marks that litter my skin across my back and arms and stomach. “Amelia?” He growls out, “Who the fuck hurt you?”

“As much as I prefer my hand as your necklace, Amelia, I knew it couldn’t be there forever so this was the next best accessory for the woman who held my whole heart.”

“And that’s why I did, Amelia, because you deserve it when you don’t believe you do.”

“I love you.” Something rumbles inside his chest as his arms tighten, “And you own my heart, amore mia, I am in love with you.”

“Oh my god,” I breathe out. “Hello Amelia.”

WHO IS IT???

“That man loves you. More than himself. More than this city. He’ll come for you.”