Page 14 of Run to Me
“Next up, you’re going to be punished for ever laying your eyes on my angel. But don’t worry, I’ll only take the one since I want you to still be able to see what I do to you,” I say and bring the spoon up to his eye before pressing the sharp edge to his lower lash line, pushing it under his eyeball and tilting it upwards before bringing my arm back, scooping his eyeball from its socket. I take his eyeball in my fingers and yank it away before throwing it and the spoon to the floor.
The little fuck screams out in agony, but it’s still not enough.
Though if I’m being honest, I don’t think it could ever be enough.
“Now onto the next order of business…” I say as though he’s not still crying like a little bitch.
“I had to sit and watch as you kissed her, so I think we’ll take care of your lips next,” I say with a nod and bring my knife up to his lips.
“Now bear with me, it’s fucking awkward trying to get the right angle,” I say as I twist the knife, lining it up just right against his trembling lips before slashing the knife right across them.
I watch in awe as his lips fall to the floor and feel a sense of peace wash over me from the knowledge that they will never go anywhere near Robyn again.
What pisses me off the most is that he got to experience something that I never will. He got to feel her soft lips against his—even if only for a second—and I’ll never allow myself to have that.
Her safety is my number one priority, and if what I’m doing right now is anything to go by, then she’ll never be safe with me.
Unlike what Izzy says, I'm not going to and never will give Robyn a choice in the matter. Because if she chooses wrong? If she chooses to take a chance with me? It’ll only end in pain, in chaos, and in blood.
Not hers of course. Never hers. But I don’t think she’d be too impressed by what I do for work—what Ienjoydoing for work—or what I generally get up to in my spare time, like torturing people for shits and fucking giggles.
Gary lets out another cry and I realize I’ve been standing around thinking about Robyn for way too long in a place like this, so I force myself back to the present.
“You spoke to her, and that’s just unacceptable,” I say simply before prying his mouth open and pulling out his tongue.
“You don’t deserve to fucking speak to her,” I say as I take hold of his tongue in my left hand and bring the knife up and giving it a quick slice.
The act makes me chuckle as I remember the wedding gift that Luca gave Izzy—a severed tongue in a jar.
I watch as Gary’s head drops forward as he passes out and I roll my eyes at the sheer fucking audacity of him before bitch slapping him.
He wakes with a jolt and stares at me with wide eyes.
“Do you really think I’ll just allow you to pass out on me for the grand finale?” I ask, knowing he can’t exactly answer me since I’ve just removed his lips and tongue.
“I should remove your lungs from your body just for breathing the same air as my angel, but fortunately for you, I can’t be fucked spending that much more time around here playing these games with you. So, I’m just gonna go ahead and slice your neck now, I’ll see you again in the afterlife and we can play some more games then, ‘kay?” I give him my signature grin that I know screamsinsaneand bob my head up and down before I lazily bring the knife to his neck and slice.
At this point, I just want to go back to my apartment and look through my bedroom window. Hopefully I’ll catch a glimpse of her, so I know she’s okay.
I turn and stroll out of the building, calling out to one of my men as I go, “Clean up on aisle six.”
I let out a bark of laughter as I slide into the car and attach my seatbelt.
Safety first and all that shit.
As I look down to click in the belt, I take note of the blood that saturates my clothing and make a decision that I know will kill me, but it’s what’s best for Robyn, so I’ll just have to live with it.
As much as I love seeing her up close, I know that nothing good will ever come of my little visits.
So I decide here and now that there will be no more visits to the bookstore, no more helping her when she falls, no more stalking her when she goes out at night, no more keeping watch over her.
Not when this is the result.
I don’t regret what I just did, not in the slightest. But that’s the problem. She should be able to live normally, she should be able to go out on dates and live her life without me standing in the way.
From now on, I’ll no longer watch from the shadows. I won’t watch her at all.
Chapter Seven