Page 118 of One Last Rainy Day
“Who did this to me?!” she shrieks.
Even as she declares war on us, inciting a one-person riot,tossing accusations, I know she’s barely scratched the surface of who she’ll eventually become. She looks so goddamned beautiful—even in her rage-induced state—that no amount of buzz can dull that. Pride floods me as she refuses to back down even as she hurls accusations and insults between Sean and me.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
“...You want me. Here I fucking am!”
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
“...speak up, and you can come get your fucking prize!” With that, she strikes a Zippo in threat as Sean calls out to her in panic. “Cecelia, don’t!”
I can see it all over her. She has no intention of listening. Pushing off the wall, I start to move toward her, birds parting, a few of them tossing insults and ill-timed jokes at her expense.
“Bitch has lost her mind.”
“You must’ve dicked her good, Dom.”
Fixed on her, I steadily make my way toward her as they start to realize what she did before announcing her arrival.
“What the fuck?...She slashed our fucking tires!”
Raising a hand to shut them up, I keep my pace as she zeroes in on me with her threat. “I swear to God, Dominic. I’ll light this place up.”
Of that, I have no doubt, baby.
“Stop!” she orders, and I do.
“Why?” She looks between us. “Why?!” She turns then, giving us a view of her fresh ink. In my peripheral, I see Sean stiffen as the sight of it nauseates me, and she hurls more insults.
“...cowards! You’re both fucking cowards!” She lashesbetween us before delivering a guttural blow. “I wasneveryours, and I never will be. Stay the fuck away from me!”
Hurt leaks through that declaration even as she seethes, and it’s evident Tobias isn’t going to be forgiven anytime soon.
Good.
Give him hell, baby.
Tyler looks to me for any clue as to how to handle this, but we created and nurtured the raven within her, and it’s starting to spread its wings as her ink settles in. That isn’t something that can just behandled.
Ha! You are so fucked, big brother!
Question is, why isn’t Tobias here to clean up his own fucking mess?
Even as I think it, an unsettling inkling kicks in.
Something’s not right.
Tobias wouldn’t just mark her and abandon her.
Not a second later, the hairs on my neck lift as buzzes and pings sound around me.
Cecelia, too consumed by her tirade, continues to rage feet away. Tyler barks my name, and I pause my footing a second before he presses his burner to my ear, my brother’s voice ringing out. “Miami took a fucking contract on Roman! Get her somewhere safe!...Miami is coming!”
The adrenaline spike has me rushing her just as she tosses the cocktail down in a puddle of gas, igniting it and blocking me with a wall of flames. Jumping through them, they lick my forearms before I break through to see her already in her Jeep. Lunging forward, I manage to slam my fists on her hood for a second before it disappears beneath them, and she tears out, racing away.
Fuck.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
