Page 127 of Equilibrium
“Kieran.” I placed a hand on his cheek. “I-I can’t. I really can’t.”
“Well, isn’t this a lovely sight?” A voice boomed around us before Kieran could argue with me. A voice that didn’t belong to Cillian.
The one I knew very well. Shit.
I pulled away, feeling the fear slithering over my spine, all the way to my heart, because as I turned toward Storm, who stood at the window entrance, I could see the anger, the betrayal, the sadness, and I knew this wasn’t going to go how I wanted it to.
The black shirt he wore hugged his chest and his stomach; every plane of those hard abs visible. The dark pants and the boots I loved on him completed the look. Yeah, maybe he looked more like the devil than an angel. His hair was disheveled as if he’d run his fingers through it a million times, but those eyes held mine captive and what I saw there almost kicked the breath out of me.
There was pain. So much pain hidden by the anger he was showing, and I knew that he knew.
Storm looked around the room, his eyes narrowing at the discarded condoms in the corner of the room. You didn’t have to be a genius to realize what had happened here.
“Storm.” I spoke first, too frozen to completely move from Kieran.
He didn’t look at me. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
When he pulled a gun from behind his back, I knew that this would end up in bloodshed if I didn’t do something. I pushed Kieran behind me and stepped in front, facing Storm.
“You know, it’s quite funny actually,” he started, a sinister smile spreading on his face. “I thought that I would give you time. Time to mourn, time to come to terms with what was happening. I wanted you to come to me willingly, to realize that what I felt for you wasn’t a joke. And what did you do, Ophelia? The first opportunity you had, you ran away. And you ran to him.”
“I didn’t run to him.” Goddammit Storm. “I just needed to get away from you. Kieran found me—”
“Oh, he found you. How charming. The next thing you’re gonna tell me is that those condoms don’t belong to him.”
“No, I won’t tell you that. I might be a bitch but I’m not a liar.”
“So thoughtful.”
I took a step toward him, and he aimed the gun at me.
“Do not come any closer,birdy,” he mocked.
“Storm, listen to me.”
“Na-ah. I would’ve listened to you. Hell, while we’ve been tracing the bike, the only thought I had in my head was that something could’ve happened to you already. That maybe somebody got to you. But no. You were perfectly safe, enjoying his dick!” he yelled.
“Storm, please.” I took three more steps until I was face-to-face with his gun. “We can talk about this. Just... Put the gun down.”
He wasn’t going to listen to me. This was the part where he either killed us both or he listened to reason.
If I was going to die today, it might as well be by the hand of the man I loved.
I took hold of his hand and placed the barrel of the gun on my forehead. The shock registered on his face and his hand started shaking with mine on top of his.
“Do you want to kill me, Storm?” I asked him, holding him tight. “Go on. Do it. If you want to kill him, you would first have to kill me.”
The emotions in his eyes were too much for me to bear. He was breaking right in front of me, and it was my fault. But it was his as well.
I didn’t want us to end this way, but maybe it had to.
“But before you kill me, you need to know you fucked up as well.”
“Stop.”
“No. Come on, baby. Pull that trigger and blow my brains out. If that is what you want to do, then do it.” I grinned at him. “Do it!”
“Stop!” He closed his eyes. “Fuck.”
