Chapter 62: THE MAN IS DELUSIONAL

Arianna

The silence in the room was deafening. The thumps behind the door because of the music were the only noise as the atmosphere thickened with coiled tension.

While I try to avoid the man’s gaze, I still feel him staring at me. The woman trembles on the floor when she sees the gun in Vincent’s hand, but still doesn’t dare to move away without permission. Head lowered, she sits there like a good dog waiting for orders or commands. The thought made me uncomfortable.

Vincent steps forward to shield me from the mismatched eyes,” Don’t fucking look at her.”

Not feeling threatened at all, Brian Wilson glances at him for the first time, acknowledging his presence with a straight face,” You’re scaring my pet.”

Vincent looks at the woman,” Go,” the order is cold, unforgiving, but if not for the weapon trained on them, she would still have been waiting for her supposed master, but the threat in Vincent’s voice is enough to scare her away when she gets up from the floor with shaking legs, her transparent lingerie on full display. Even I, for a second there, felt jealousy of an innocent stranger while my stalker still stares at her with a silent patience to make her leave before she gets involved in a bloodshed.

Brian Wilson pursed his lips in anger, tightening his grip on the leash, almost making the woman trip when he tugs it closer to him,” I didn’t give you permission to send her away. If you want to talk, do it in the presence of my pet. She still needs to suck my cock,” he seethes, only now noticing his pants open where his manhood was dangling out of his underwear like raw vegetable without any trace of lust as it lays there between his legs, untouched.

Gross. The bile in my throat climbed up my throat, and I closed it shut, not wanting to see it, imagining that thing inside me if he had really raped me those years ago.

No. Don’t go there. Don’t.

Pushing that memory away, I watch Vincent take another step closer to them, his finger dangerously close to the trigger when he leans his tall frame forward as to make a point clear,” I will shoot that cock of yours in pieces and shove it down your throat if you didn’t understand me. Let the woman go,” his threat made chills go over my spine but Brian was obviously stupid because he still held the leash in a tight grip.

His laugh makes me flinch when it echoes through the room,” Do it. Come on, kill me. Shoot,” Brian taunts him, making sure that his cock was exposed in the process. Vincent’s nostrils flare, and the vein in his temple starts throbbing.

I grab his forearm to calm him down before he really gets mad to kill him.

The move gets noticed by Brian, of course, when he looks at me with a knowing glint in his gaze, and the white pupil around the gray irises extends in satisfaction.

“So the bitch missed me? I’m sure she told you what I did to her in this very room?”

My blood froze. No.

I couldn’t breathe, let alone say anything.

It’s all over. All over.

My breathing got heavier, and my chest tightened. Tears gathered up, burning my eyes.

“She was crying. Begging me to stop, but fuck, her tears were so delicious and sweet,” Brian chuckled evilly.

It was obvious by his tone of voice how much he relished the pain he had caused me when he had assaulted me.

My nails dig deep into the arm I was gripping for some support, and before I know it, Vincent moves, gently shaking me off, pulling himself from my grasp. Separating the woman from Brian, he is there on top of him, the gun pointed at his forehead, when he pins him down by the neck.

The stripper worker whom Brian was just holding slips from the room in tears, and I was afraid that she would snitch about what was happening here in this room. If the guards come, Vincent will be arrested and maybe charged with attempted murder.

“One more word about her, and you will suffer worse than you could imagine. If you want a quick death or even longer suffering, I can deliver it to you,” the menace in Vincent’s voice sends shivers down my spine.

Brian’s mouth stretches into a smile,” So what? You will kill me here where are multiple witnesses? That’s cute. But no, my wife will watch how you murder me in front of her eyes and then they will take you away from her,” laughing evilly, a fist connects to his cheekbone but he isn’t affected by that as he laughs louder, trying to free his head from Vincent’s tight hold.

I watched in horror as the gun was pushed against his head once more, forcing him to stay quiet.

“What did you just call her?” Vincent asks in a threatening tone, making me shiver once more.

“My wife,” licking his lips as a smug smile crossed his face, I just recoiled in disbelief and disgust.

The man was really delusional if he called me his wife.

“Everything was going according to my plans to take her to my home, where she rightfully belongs, but then you had to come along and ruin it all. She was fucking mine from the start. I was the first to touch her skin and kiss her delicate body.” The way he spoke about me made me feel dirty. He was crazy.

“Baby?” Vincent suddenly addressed me, and I flinched from the tone of his voice. It was gentle, soft. Dangerously soft.

“Yes?” My voice was weak but steady.

“Look away, please. I don’t want you to see me killing him,” he asked softly in a husky voice that made everything around me disappear except for him.

“But…” but what? I wanted to say. What will happen after you kill him? They will find the corpse and then…

“Please. Just look away. For me, baby,” his voice sounded desperate in a way that I never imagined he could sound.

Slowly closing my eyes, I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned away,” Okay.”

Seeing me obey his words, Vincent spoke again, but this time to the man beneath him. The tone this time was detached from any emotion but murderous intention to make the man pay who hurting me.

The man was dead.