Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Why didn’t I just let her sleep?
Let her keep the small piece of innocence I just crudely ripped away from her. Sat her down like a normal human being, and told her the truth, giving her peace of mind that way. The questions were endless and unforgiving. There was a fine line between right and wrong. I had done so much wrong I was now excusing it for making it seem like I was doing something right for Daisy. When all I really did was contaminate the poor girl.
Making her more like me.
“I’m sorry, Amari,” I whispered into the dark. I hadn’t apologized to anyone since the day I was in Daisy’s hospital room years ago. Nine fucking years those two words had not left my lips. “Fuck…” I breathed out, running my hands through my hair, too much bullshit weighing on my mind. “I’ve lost my way, sister. I don’t know who I am anymore. There are days where I can’t even look at myself in the mirror. Disgusted with what is staring back at me… our father. I wish you were here. I wish you were here every fucking day,” I confessed. “I know I’m fucking this up. Daisy, your daughter. My niece. Is the only thing that’s keeping me alive. I’m tired, Amari… I’m so fucking tired.” Rubbing my hands down my face.
The smell of his blood immediately assaulted my senses, every last fiber of my being.
“I see so much of you in her, it’s fucking scary. And I can’t… I won’t allow her to know or see how much I love her. I’ll give her the world, Amari. She will never want for anything. But I can’t give her my love. I can’t let her into my fucking hollow heart.” I felt myself losing it as I looked into my sister’s eyes. “Mamá must be so disappointed in me. Please tell her I am so sorry, so fucking sorry. I can’t go back. I can’t change the things I’ve done. I am who I am. It’s too late, the darkness settled in. I own it now. It owns me. Please forgive me, I know I don’t deserve it, but I’m asking for it anyway.” I looked up at the sky, and she was gone. Vanishing into the thick air that surrounded me. “I love you, Amari.”
I stayed up there for I don’t know how long, repenting for my sins. Trying to find the man I once was, already knowing he died a long time ago. I took one last look at the world I created, and left. Taking the elevator back to my penthouse floor. Wanting to go straight to my office like I always did, and drown myself in work. Hoping it would mask the voices of Amari and my mother that filled my mind. Wanting to tone out the screaming.
I didn’t have to go into my office to stop my conscious from spinning out of control. The moaning coming from Daisy’s room put a halt to everything. The closer I got to her bedroom, the more profound her sounds of ecstasy echoed down the halls. I didn’t have to wonder who the fuck she was with.
Or what the fuck I was going to do to him. His fate was decided a long time ago. Now, he gave me another reason to put a fucking bullet in his head.
His first mistake was betraying me in my own home. His second error was not locking the goddamn door. Not that it would have stopped me. Wanting to use the element of surprise, I slowly pushed down the handle, slipping into the room unnoticed. He was laying on top of her, the sheet barely covering their bodies.
Rage quickly took over every last fiber of my being. It didn’t matter that I had just killed a man. I wanted to kill another.
This motherfucker.
“Ah—” I didn’t falter, interrupting Daisy from her happy fucking ending.
I sprang into action with nothing but fury coursing through me. “YOU, MOTHERFUCKER!” I roared.
Daisy screamed, jolting out of her skin as I roughly ripped Esteban away from her. Throwing his body across the room, his back hit the wall with a loud, hard thud, tearing through the drywall. I was over to him in two strides, picking him up and slamming him up against the doorframe. Hearing a hasty crack in its wake.
“YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT! AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE FOR YOU!” I snarled, picking him up off the ground again and punching him in the face repeatedly.
His body fell lax against my strong grip. I didn’t let up, punching him in the stomach, causing him to fall forward, crumbling to the ground in front of me. I immediately bent down, flipping him onto his back and straddling his waist, beating him to an inch of his life.