Chapter 89 Eighty Nine
OWEN WINTERS
Amy slept curled into a ball, hugging herself, her breath soft and steady. I stared at her face, it was peaceful.
Brushing a few strands out of her face, I kissed her temple.
Everything seemed to be going fine, but that undecipherable feeling kept tugging at me. The pit in my stomach grew deeper and I groaned in frustration.
“Maybe some fresh air would help,” I murmured to myself climbing out of bed.
Annie had placed a room for me in one of the guests rooms, but Amy wouldn't allow that. The good thing about Annie was that she never fought with anyone and very much respected their opinion. It made me question Dylan's love for her. They were two different people. After all opposites attract and that was the only explanation to their crazy romance.
I stepped out to the balcony, looking out into the sky. The stars hung beautifully, and the moon shone brightly.
From a distance, a dog howled, the sound soothing my worries.
“Aren't you meant to stay in one of the guest rooms?” Someone asked, his tone filled with annoyance.
I sighed.
Dylan Xavier.
“I'm sure you know how much of a rebel I am. Such questions are useless because you know the answer,” I retorted, turning to face him.
Dylan Xavier was dressed in a suit which meant he just came back from wherever he went. His hair was in different directions and no one needed to tell me, he was caught up in a fight.
He took slow steps towards me until there wasn't any space left.
“I warned you to stay away from my daughter, you didn't listen, then I told you to protect her, and you failed. You're worthless and unreliable,” he hissed, visibly vexed.
“I did protect her. I'll always do, so stay away from us,” I argued, pushing him away.
Dylan took some steps back, cursing. “You knew she left for Paris, you knew she went for that godforsaken Erin ball party, and you took advantage of it, no?” My eyes darkened and my lips grew dry.
“And if I knew? Amy wouldn't know that. She'll only know what I want her to,” I scoffed, moving to walk past him.
He was becoming a nuisance and it was getting to me. He was right about me knowing Amy came to Paris, but I didn't know about the party, and if she knew how much I watched her since I left eleven years ago, she'd call me a freak.
Our shoulders hit as I walked past him, and in an instant, Dylan had me pinned to the wall. My muscles tensed, and my brain sharpened.
“Get your filthy hands off me, you overprotective son of a bitch!” I cursed, kicking him in the stomach.
Dylan staggered backwards, but wasn't done with me, he rushed at me cracking my jaw. I crashed to the ground, tumbling over a flower vase. That bastard was aiming for my throat but decided against it at the last minute.
Giving me no time to regain balance, he launched at me, his knee crushing my stomach. I fell with a loud thud, coughing badly. A metallic taste filled my tongue and I spat it out.
Searching for a weapon, I found a flower pot and rushed at it.
“Your daughter needs me, face it!” I yelled, lifting the pot and smashing it on Dylan's back as he reached for me. He landed on his stomach writhing in pain. He gritted his teeth, blood covering the whiteness.
“She doesn't!” He screamed lunging at me, giving me an uppercut and a smack down.
My back ached from so much falling and I wasn't really ready to fight especially when my injury hadn't fully healed.
Dylan had a strong and lasting energy and pounced like a tiger, his speed, fast and sharp.
I couldn't keep up with him, but I wasn't going to let him have the final say.
As I stood, someone came running. It was Amy, then Annie and Milan followed.
Though my vision was blurred through the blood dripping from my forehead, I could make out their expressions.
Dylan fisted me making me drop to the ground again. I stood biting hard on my lips.
“You're a monster!” I growled at him, dodging his fist and kick, but didn't anticipate what came next.
The back of my head made contact with his gun. The metal took me out completely. My body made a loud thud as it hit the ground.
“You're letting your emotions take control again, love!” I heard Annie scream, but he wasn't listening.
Dylan placed his feet on my throat pressing hard on it, the sole of his shoes adding to the pain. He twisted his feet, crushing me.
“Milan go inside!” Annie instructed, but he stood there watching his father, learning from him.
“Fuck!” I cried as he pressed down harder.
“Daddy you're choking him!” Amy yelled, her voice breaking.
She's crying?
Anger boiled within me, but with his leg on my throat, I couldn't move.
How could I make her cry? I scolded myself enduring the pain. Air was leaving my lungs quickly and my breathing got harder.
“Daddy stop, he's going to die!” She screamed again this time louder, but Dylan pressed on, rage taking over his senses.
I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came, I shut my eyes waiting for the worse until Annie screamed.
“Dylan Xavier, you bastard!”
I felt his hold loosen, he removed his feet entirely and a rush of air came in. I gasped clutching my neck, my heart raced as Amy rushed towards me weeping.
“Are you fine? What happened?” She asked whimpering while rubbing my chest to let the air flow better.
“You're losing blood,” she muttered but I didn't answer.
My eyes brushed past Amy and stared at Dylan, his back against us, his large frame walking past Annie.
Annie followed him, she looked angry and I could hear her scolding him as though he were a bad dog. I wanted to scoff, but the strength in me was drained.
I felt myself slip into oblivion, and the last thing I heard was Amy cursing.
“We'll leave once he gets better, Milan.”