Killing Hearts_A Dark Romance

by P. Brier

  “No, you stupid girl, I did all this because I wanted too”

  I feel something blunt smash against my head and look to find Cierra holding a rock, dizziness takes over and fall to the side.

  “Hey little lamb” she smirks, “miss me”

  “Like I miss cancer and the bubonic plague.”

  “Come I had fun carving my little nickname for you into your stomach. You will always remember. You will also remember I had him first.”

  “Wow, how petty”

  I sit back up and step back, putting some space between us. My mother had gotten up off the floor and has joined Cierra in a defensive stance against me.

  “Just give me answers” I plea, trying to appeal to my mother as her daughter.

  “Why did you both hate me”

  “God you’re so needy,” she rolls her eyes, “You were a reminder to your father he would never have a male heir, me, you were a whiny bitch who tried to take me away from my lifestyle. You were an inconvenience, I should have sent you away just like Travis, but your father wouldn’t let me. Danny, on the other hand had potential, but you swarmed your way around his heart”

  The sound of gunshots breaks us out of our own personal wars, Bane against the man who hired him to be a killer, and me against the mother who was going to fuck me over from the beginning. Carl falls to the floor.

  A man with white hair in a wheel chair, holds a gun, pointed at the ceiling.

  “The snipers are taken care of, take care of business and let’s get on the road. I don’t fancy killing women, so take care of her yourself and meet us outside”

  When I turn back to my mother, she is gone and so is Cierra. No, I didn’t get all my answers. I feel a hand land on my back.

  “Let it go, we will see her again, I’m sure”

  He turns me so I am facing him, he is bruised and scratched up but, giving our circumstances, he looks beautiful. He smirks, making him look sexy as hell. He brings his lips to my ear and places a soft kiss just below my lobe.

  “Come home, with me” he whispers. He places his lips to mine and kisses me like he has craved my breath for centuries. His tongue moves with mine and I show some resistance until my body relaxes and molds into him. The kiss is sending a different message then his words. This feels like a goodbye.

  His hands come up to my back and I flinch and a hiss escapes my lips. He breaks the kiss and he looks concerned. I almost forget the torture and abuse my body has undergone.

  “Let’s go, you need a doctor and I need you”

  I nod. Still in bliss, not feeling any pain, because things are right again. I’m going home, with Bane.

  Bane looks at the man in the wheelchair and look passes between them.

  “Let me get her, home”

  Home.

  Epilogue

  “Wrapped beneath the shadow of Lucifer's fallen wings, it's even easy to squeeze the trigger, snuffing out one more monster's life. But there are plenty more awaiting their turn, and with hell at my back... They only need to be patient.”

  ― Lana Sky, Crescendo

  Now…

  Bane Stratus

  I HOLD JESSE to me, the air changed around us. I am no longer angry at what she did, even though it was fucking stupid, she did it with good intentions. She is small compared to my frame, my arm protecting her from the cold. She is so weak, she can barely hold herself up. I need to get her to a doctor. Guilt riddles my body useless, as I look back on all the pain I caused her.

  Yes, I went to prison, but she has been in her own prison, and she did it for me. She sways on her feet, and I hold tighter, practically carrying her. Fuck it, I lift her up in my arms, she is weightless, and she doesn’t put up a fight.

  “I got you” I whisper.

  I know what comes next is going to break her, but she won’t know until it is done. When she is cleaned up, and in bed, I will sneak out and give myself to Theo. A deal is a deal, at least I get one more night with her. I just wish I hadn’t wasted any time, knowing I have none left.

  I make my way to the car that parked outside the compound I found Jesse in, the one that belonged to the Elite, one of their many compounds, where things she should never see happen, and almost happened to her. I slide her in the back seat, and follow behind her. She leans against the window, obviously crashing after everything she has been through. I pull her to me and lay her in my lap, her head on my thigh, and a small hand my mine, mine, she will always be mine, even in death.

  The drive back to my house is long, but peaceful, I have accepted my fate, and I am going to enjoy that last few moments I have left. Jesse has fallen asleep, and I pull her into my arms so I don’t wake her.

  I head straight for the bedroom, my bedroom, and lay her on the bed. I call the doctor I have on call, and inform him of her injuries, He say she will be within the hour, and I tell him to hurry the fuck up. My patience is wearing thin, the more time I wait for his ass, the longer she is at risk. I need her to be okay. Not just from what those fuckers did to her, but for what I did to her. I can’t leave her alone until I know she will be okay.

  I decide while I wait for the doctor I would take a shower. The water is hot and I find myself relaxing far too well given everything that happened. As I get out of the shower the steam bellowing behind me, I imagine Jesse laying in my bed. When I walk out I find her sitting up, the sheet pulled up over her barely covered body. The only thing covering her from my view is my oversized shirt I threw on her, when I finally got her in my arms.

  “Are you okay?” stupid fucking question, but I fell out before I could stop it.

  She nods, not looking at me. I walk towards her in nothing but the towel that is wrapped around my waist. I lift her chin up to meet my eyes, her somber eyes break my fucking heart.

  “Talk to me, Jesse”

  “I don’t want to lose you”

  What is she talking about? There is no way she knows about the deal.

  “What are you talking about”

  “I don’t want to say goodbye, the kiss, it was more than a kiss. You were saying goodbye” she begins to sob.

  “Shh, sweetheart, I am not going anywhere” I lie. She doesn’t buy it, but she doesn’t push it.

  I lean in to kiss her, when there is a knock at the door. She startles, and I almost want to beat the shit out of the doctor.

  “It’s just the doctor”

  I get up to answer the door and greet the doctor I paid to be available at short notice and to do home visits, he doesn’t ask questions, and I don’t give any answers.

  “Good evening, Doctor, thanks for showing up” am a little irate it took so long, but I don’t have time to waste. “She is in here” I lead him to my bedroom. When he looks at her, you can see the disapproval, I am sure he has never seen injuries like these, but he doesn’t say anything. He thinks I did it to her, well I did, some of it, but not all of it, not that it matters.

  After about two hours of stiches, and complete work-up, he hands me some pain pills, I show the doctor out and turn towards my beautiful girl.

  “How are you feeling”

  “Lost,” she whispers. She looks so small underneath my covers pulled up to her chest. She looks sad, she knows something isn’t right. But tonight, will be our last night, I don’t want to confuse her any more than I already have. By morning she will know what I did to get her back. So, chose silence.

  I don’t know what to say, anything I say she will see right through. She knows me too fucking well. I roll over and turn off the lamp and bring her into my chest. Her head resting just above my heart.

  “Just sleep, everything will be better in the morning,” I soothe as I lay a soft kiss to her forehead. She leans up and places a tender kiss to my lips, before her eyes droop, I know morphine is taking affect as I hear the light purring as she falls asleep.

  I love you, Jesse. Don’t forget me.

  ✽ ✽ ✽

  Jesse Montgomery…

  I wake up alone. I pick up
the note attached to the empty pillow next to me.

  Dear Jesse,

  Right now, you are waking up alone. Maybe at first you didn’t think anything of it, but after reading this letter I hope you understand. While I was in prison I was recruited, which you should know by now. My job was to kill. I have killed so many people in only a several months. Before that, I trained girls to do thing they should never have to do.

  My goal was to kill you, make you pay, my plans changed. I fell back in love with the one girl who has always fucked with my head, and my life. You were always the girl I could never have, didn’t deserve to have. Still are.

  My point is, I stole you, and hurt you. I will never forgive myself, but I hope someday you will. Things will be rough, but you are free. You won’t be seeing me again, and it breaks my heart that you will sad, because I am going to be okay, and so are you.

  There is money waiting for you in a lock box at the People Bank in Lockton. There will also be passports and new ID’s. Go live your life. Be happy, you deserve it.

  Oh, and there are also legal documents that prevents your mom from ever receiving any money from your father’s estate, use those against her.

  You’re probably wondering why I am sounding like a goodbye speech, but the truth is, I know if I said goodbye I would never go along with it, but my word is my bond. I am dead, Jesse. Don’t cry for me, I am at peace, you are alive and will learn to heal, you are so brave. I love you, Jesse Montgomery, don’t forget me, but don’t live for me either, because I will always be your villain and you my damsel, two lovers destined to never be more than enemies.”

  To Be Continued...

  Meet the Author

  “Romance novels are birthday cake and life is often peanut butter and jelly. I think everyone should have lots of delicious romance novels lying around for those times when the peanut butter of life gets stuck to the roof of your mouth.”

  ― Janet Evanovich

  I want nothing more than to shock you. My books are not for the faint of heart, but they will tell a story you will never forget and most likely a love that conquered all.

  I am from Kansas and always dreamed of the bigger world. I found what I was looking for in my writing and I invented a place that we all don’t want to admit we want.

  "Love isn't pretty, sometimes it leaves scars, you hate to love it, but its good" - Bane

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