Page 159 of The Forbidden Villain
He got his hands on my woman.
He hurt my woman.
He scared my woman.
None of these things should have happened.
I wish to see him choke on his blood, and for that, I have to control the anger polluting my mind, urging me to snap his neck whenever I find him.
Finally, I get out of the forest, seeing the one-level glass house opening up to my view that burns brightly while around twenty men race around it, trying to save themselves as they’re shot like flies with arrows. Several more explosions can be heard in the distance.
Von and Kane must be here. Their style is to bring maximum pain to their victims.
They wouldn’t have missed the fun. Wyatt must have called them, because ever since that phone call, everything has been a blur.
I barely managed to say anything as I hopped into the car with my friend and drove off to the location.
I think I vaguely remember Rush and Rafael yelling in my ear and following us, but I’m not sure.
All my thoughts halt when I locate my target, noticing the rapist as he holds something dearly to his chest and rushes toward the gates, probably to get the fuck away.
I dart after him, uncaring about the spreading fire—let the fucking place burn to the ground as long as they protect the forest.
I take out the knife from my pocket and throw it at him, aiming at his calf. He cries out, spinning around, and points his gun at me. “You little fucker.” He cradles the weight on his arms, and that’s when I notice what it is. Instant acid fills my mouth. “I almost dropped your mother.”
He didn’t bury her. He kept her.
Tormented her even after her death.
He presses the tip of the gun to her cheek as he smirks. “You try to come close, boy, and I will kill her.” He has lost his mind so much that he doesn’t understand she’s already dead. “Youshould have been dead by now. I did everything in my power. Do you know that I used to pay them extra so they would torture you more? John thought he was so smart, but I knew he had you.”
Despite the rage consuming me from him still touching my mother, I clasp my hands on my back and put a lid on all my emotions, leaving my mind blank and focusing only on the task.
To eliminate the danger once and for all.
My hand wraps around the knife hanging on my pants pocket while he continues to spew more bullshit. “You deserved it.” He spits on the floor. “You should have suffered for taking them away from me. I lost my princess! My daughter.” An invisible arrow pierces my heart because I didn’t save her either. “She died of illness at five!”
As hideous as it sounds, I’m glad she didn’t grow up with him, because monsters like him?
They will hurt their own, and if she grew up to look like our mother…God knows what he would have done to her or what sick fantasy he would have decided to play, thinking it was his do-over. I sometimes think that was the whole reason he wanted a girl.
To have a more perfect version of my mother.
“Mother protected me all these years. I think she’d want me to finally punish you for hurting her and her children all this time.”
He roars, “I never hurt her. I loved her! She was mine! We were soulmates destined to grow old with our princess, but we kept you. You ruined her! She was difficult and stubborn because of you.” He removes the safety on the gun, his pupils dilating while sweat slides down his cheeks along with rain. “You will know my pain. Your Lavender? As good as dead. My men found her.” I take a step toward him, watching his hold on the skeleton tighten, and he shouts, “Stay back!”
“There is nowhere to go, Jonathan. It’s game over.”
I’ve imagined countless times how I would face my childhood’s demon, and what I would do to him, and now that the time has come…it brings me emptiness.
I do not wish to prolong it.
I wish to end it so no one suffers at his hand anymore.
My mom has been suffering for almost twenty-five years. She deserves a rest from him.
“It’s going to be over when you lose her as I lost my love. Then you will know my suffering!”
