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justice for Hailey. He wanted vengeance.
Arriving back at his beach house, he opened the sliding screen door that he never bothered to lock—not because of a low crime rate—simply because he didn’t care what happened to him. The beach house was spacious and white. An open concept floor plan stared back at him. The kitchen was clean granite countertops, stainless steel appliances and light blue cupboards which accented nicely with the pale yellow painted walls. It had been furnished when he moved in with a large couch in the living room that faced a stone fireplace and flat screen TV hanging on the wall. Moving into the kitchen, he pulled open the fridge door and grabbed a cold beer, popping the top and taking a long swallow.
“I’ll take one of those.” Sam jumped at the voice behind him, beer spurting into the air from the bottle. Bewildered, he turned towards the voice and froze. Standing in his living room dressed in a white sleeveless blouse and white shorts was none other than Mila Stevenson. The fucking bitch responsible for ruining his life. For taking Hailey away from him. The murderous fucking cunt that had escaped while they were all left behind to pick up the pieces she’d left in a pile in her wake. And she was smiling at him, her dark hair twisted in some fucking bun thing and sunglasses on her head like she’d just come in from a day shopping by the beach.
With a roar, he reached for his gun at his side, looking down in confusion when he came up empty-handed.
“Ah,” Mila raised her brows. “Not carrying these days, are you Deputy Ridley?” Hearing her say his name, the name that he’d given to Hailey on their wedding day, it was too much. Even just looking at her was too much and he fucking snapped. With a roar, he charged at her and crushed his hands around her neck, seeking the squeeze the life right out of her. Anything to get her to stop fucking talking. Stop existing.
Mila sputtered and slapped at his hands, her eyes wide and locked on his as she fought for air. The longer he stood there, watching the life drain from her eyes, the more he channeled all his rage through his fingertips and into her.
Destroyed.
Enraged.
Broken.
She’d stolen everything from him and now he was going to repay what’d she’d done and steal her life. Rid the world of her once and for all.
“YOU KILLED MY WIFE!” he screamed in her face, ignoring her flailing arms and scratches on his hands.
Mila gurgled, trying to speak and then went limp, slumping down the wall he had her pinned up against. Breathing heavy, Sam let her body pool at his feet. Shock set in and he stared at her open-mouthed.
“What the fuck. What the fuck.” He repeated the words over and over. He’d killed her. He’d killed a woman. Mila fucking Stevenson had just shown up at his house and he’d murdered her like he’d dreamed of doing ever since the day she’d escaped.
Staggering back a few steps, he lost his balance and landed hard on his ass on the tiled floor. His hands trembled as he stared down at them. Hands that had just taken a human life.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” he whispered. He had no idea how long he’d been sitting there, unable to pull his gaze away from Mila. “What have I done?” Hailey would never forgive him for this. Justified or not, he’d just committed cold-blooded murder. He was no better than Mila. The darkness inside him was slowly consuming any and all the good parts of his soul it could sink its claws into. Soon, he’d be worse than she ever was. He’d be an unpredictable murderer and there was nothing more monstrous than that.
Feeling his pants get wet, he glanced down and realized he’d fallen in a pool of beer. He must have dropped the bottle when he rushed at her. Looking around there was broken glass all over the floor, confirming his suspicions. He put his hands beneath him and pushed to his feet, robotically heading for the broom and dustpan to clean up the mess.
Loud coughing and
Arriving back at his beach house, he opened the sliding screen door that he never bothered to lock—not because of a low crime rate—simply because he didn’t care what happened to him. The beach house was spacious and white. An open concept floor plan stared back at him. The kitchen was clean granite countertops, stainless steel appliances and light blue cupboards which accented nicely with the pale yellow painted walls. It had been furnished when he moved in with a large couch in the living room that faced a stone fireplace and flat screen TV hanging on the wall. Moving into the kitchen, he pulled open the fridge door and grabbed a cold beer, popping the top and taking a long swallow.
“I’ll take one of those.” Sam jumped at the voice behind him, beer spurting into the air from the bottle. Bewildered, he turned towards the voice and froze. Standing in his living room dressed in a white sleeveless blouse and white shorts was none other than Mila Stevenson. The fucking bitch responsible for ruining his life. For taking Hailey away from him. The murderous fucking cunt that had escaped while they were all left behind to pick up the pieces she’d left in a pile in her wake. And she was smiling at him, her dark hair twisted in some fucking bun thing and sunglasses on her head like she’d just come in from a day shopping by the beach.
With a roar, he reached for his gun at his side, looking down in confusion when he came up empty-handed.
“Ah,” Mila raised her brows. “Not carrying these days, are you Deputy Ridley?” Hearing her say his name, the name that he’d given to Hailey on their wedding day, it was too much. Even just looking at her was too much and he fucking snapped. With a roar, he charged at her and crushed his hands around her neck, seeking the squeeze the life right out of her. Anything to get her to stop fucking talking. Stop existing.
Mila sputtered and slapped at his hands, her eyes wide and locked on his as she fought for air. The longer he stood there, watching the life drain from her eyes, the more he channeled all his rage through his fingertips and into her.
Destroyed.
Enraged.
Broken.
She’d stolen everything from him and now he was going to repay what’d she’d done and steal her life. Rid the world of her once and for all.
“YOU KILLED MY WIFE!” he screamed in her face, ignoring her flailing arms and scratches on his hands.
Mila gurgled, trying to speak and then went limp, slumping down the wall he had her pinned up against. Breathing heavy, Sam let her body pool at his feet. Shock set in and he stared at her open-mouthed.
“What the fuck. What the fuck.” He repeated the words over and over. He’d killed her. He’d killed a woman. Mila fucking Stevenson had just shown up at his house and he’d murdered her like he’d dreamed of doing ever since the day she’d escaped.
Staggering back a few steps, he lost his balance and landed hard on his ass on the tiled floor. His hands trembled as he stared down at them. Hands that had just taken a human life.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” he whispered. He had no idea how long he’d been sitting there, unable to pull his gaze away from Mila. “What have I done?” Hailey would never forgive him for this. Justified or not, he’d just committed cold-blooded murder. He was no better than Mila. The darkness inside him was slowly consuming any and all the good parts of his soul it could sink its claws into. Soon, he’d be worse than she ever was. He’d be an unpredictable murderer and there was nothing more monstrous than that.
Feeling his pants get wet, he glanced down and realized he’d fallen in a pool of beer. He must have dropped the bottle when he rushed at her. Looking around there was broken glass all over the floor, confirming his suspicions. He put his hands beneath him and pushed to his feet, robotically heading for the broom and dustpan to clean up the mess.
Loud coughing and
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