Page 128 of Ruthless Sinner
So much for carpe diem. I didn’t just burn out from the thrill of the excitement living on the edge gave me.
I got burned in the worst way possible and I don’t know where to start when it comes to figuring out what the hell to do next.
The bottom line is Dad is evil. That’s why I’m here and where I need to start with any hope of resolution.
Dad is evil and a fraud for all he’s done to climb the ladder of success.
I know this, and I accept it. But…
The big ‘but’ is the thought of him dying, being killed,murdered, cuts into me as if I’m being ripped to shred by a double edged knife.
Does that make me evil, too?
Does worrying about losing my father make me just as bad as him?
I don’t want it to mean that. But I can’t help how I feel.
I lost both Mom and Avery. Avery was like a sister to me. The same way Harper is. But the pain caused from the loss of a parent is something no one can quite describe. It leaves a hole in your soul that can’t be filled no matter what you do. Time helps to heal, but you never fully do.
People sometimes heel from pain by forgetting about it as time goes by, but when you lose someone you love you never want to forget them. Not forgetting means you’ll always remember how you lost them.
If Dante kills my father, it would break me.
Mom was taken by a disease she had no control over. This is different.
The rest of the day goes by feeling like a century has passed. I keep expecting Dante to come back but every time the door opens it’s someone else.
Fern coming to bring me more food, then clearing away the empty plates. And Borya coming to check on me to see that I’m not doing anything to escape.
It’s nearly midnight before Dante comes through the door and he looks surprised to see me sitting by the window.
He gives me that cold look again when he locks door. Then he shrugs out of his jacket revealing a patch of blood on the shoulder of his cream shirt.
He takes off the shirt, all the while keeping his gaze on me. I’m annoyed with myself when heat stirs in my core for seeing his hard body I was beneath not even twenty four hours ago. But then I notice he’s not cut anywhere near his shoulder, so the blood wasn’t his.
Panic closes my throat and my first thought is that it’s Dad’s.
“Don’t worry, your father is still alive,” he states, reading the worry that must be so distinct on my face it could be written across my forehead.
I don’t answer him. How dare he tell me not to worry when there’s everything in this world to worry about?
In any event, I’m so mad and terrified I shouldn’t say a word in case it’s the wrong thing.
“You’re not wearing bed clothes.” His eyes roam over my body.
I continue giving him daggers. I can’t believe he thought I’d change forbed.After he laid down the law earlier, I got my actual clothes on from the second
I found my strength. Part of me was foolishly hoping he’d let me go home. Obviously that was never going to happen, but staying here another night didn’t mean I was going to change for bed.
He smirks and hardens his stare. “Right, you’re not talking. I see. Hopefully you’ll change your tune by the time I come out of the shower.”
I’d love to change my tune but I don’t know what I’d be switching to. Talking is the only way I’m going to know what’s going on, and maybe do something to fix this. But I’m afraid to hear what he’ll say about killing my father. I’m terrified to hear anything like that coming from his lips.
Heat continues curling in my belly as he strips off his pants and boxers with no regard. I’m sure the discovery that we’re enemies means we really shouldn’t be seeing each other naked anymore. But he doesn’t seem to care.
Dante walks toward the bathroom, watching me with the cunning eyes of a fox. He only looks away when he goes through the door, leaving me with a glimpse of his rock hard ass.
It should be a crime for men like him to hold such beauty. Then again, I suppose it fits. He’s the perfect depiction of the term ‘beautiful devil’.