Chapter 72 Squeamish
Verena
The sound of something crashing was followed by a hard kick on the door. At first, I had thought that it was Nina’s toxic Russian boyfriend whom Jana always gossiped about until Kian’s angry voice touched my ears.
“Come out and face me instead. Stop trying too hard to make me jealous because I am not. Having sex with my uncle while I am here, doing disgusting things to him under the table just to prove a fucking point to me isn't going to work on me—” He shouted.
As I pulled my jeans up, my lips parted in shock and I struggled to wrap my head around the fact that while I had sex with Daxton, Kian was at the door listening.
What the actual fuck.
Mortification slipped through my features, my gaze coasting over to Daxton who now leaned against the edge of the table, a knife resting between his fingers. Then he flipped it.
Too calm.
He was too calm and it scared me. I hoped it wasn't what I was thinking?
He wasn't about to stab—
Daxton’s eyes cut to me and when he tossed the knife back to the desk, my knees almost buckled out of relief. He smiled at me, despite the raging storm in his eyes.
Kian continued. “To add to it. You are a manipulative bitch—”
The fuck! Anger flared in my chest, that uncanny smile still plastered on Daxton’s face.
“—I am sure that you have been cheating on me with my uncle. You two must have known each other and pretended not to. That is why it is so easy for you to hurt me this way. You know what, fuck you, Verena!”
“Fuck you. Fuck you, uncle. Fuck Atlas! I hate you so much Verena, I hate you—” He was now screaming, pounding both fists on the door at the same time kicking at it.
I was about to retort the vilest words to ever leave my mouth when Daxton pushed away from the table, his hand moving to the back of my head and his kiss stole my words.
While Kian threatened to break the door, Daxton broke the kiss, his soft fingertips brushing through my cheeks as he stared deep into my eyes. “How squeamish are you?”
I blinked—confused about where that was coming from or where it was leading to.
Kian slammed his fist on the door. “How hard would it take for you to admit that you like me, that you want me to take you back and—”
Daxton dragged my attention back to him. “I asked a question, princess. How squeamish are you?”
“Squeamish?”
He nodded, his eyes not leaving mine. “Blood. Pain. Accidents—”
“I think blood repulses me a bit?”
Something weird twisted in my chest. Why was he asking?
Then he smiled, brightly—even though his eyes told an entirely different story as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I will be right back,”
My brows knitted in confusion as my eyes searched his. “Where?”
“Outside there. Kian is spiraling again and I have to talk to him,”
Those words sent a shiver down my spine and before I knew it, he had snagged the key off the table, touching my arm briefly. The moment he sauntered to the door, alarm sounds blared in my head.
Daxton wasn't going to talk to him. He was going to hurt Kian.
No.
No. No
What he was about to do dawned on me a little too late and before I could stop him, he had already turned the lock, revealing Kian who lingered in the hallway. The only thing that I could take in before the door closed was the scattered pieces of glass on the floor, the ruined petals that Kian stepped on, and worse, the smile on Daxton’s face.
The moment the door slammed shut, a cloud of dread hovered over my head and—
I could hear the sound of a fist connecting with someone’s face, followed by Kian grunting as curse words rolled out of his tongue. Then someone was slammed on the wall, the effect of the thud reverberating through my chest.
A tussle followed. Bodies hitting the ground. A choking sound.
The sound of something crashing.
Nina’s screams sent a wave of terror flowing through me. “You will kill him. He is your nephew for fuck’s sake,”
Kian grunted then choked out. “He isn't my uncle. No sane uncle would steal his nephew’s wife!”
I held my heart in one hand, feeling sick to my stomach.
“Why do you keep calling her your wife? She isn't—”
“Verena is fucking mine—” Kian cried. “—and I never wanted to divorce her. He forced me to. He abducted and tortured me till I signed the divorce papers,”
My heart stopped.
Daxton did that?
When Kian went missing, Daxton was the one behind it, and at that, because of me?
I gasped—it came involuntarily. Then Nina let out a sharp piercing scream, and at the same time the sound of something being crashed again echoed off the walls. “Kian, what have you done!”
“Fuck no! I am calling the cops…he is bleeding”
Fear clawed up my throat, clogging every breath as I rushed to the door, pounding on it. “Dax…Daxton…Daxton,”
“Are you okay?” Tears stung the back of my eye.
Nina shrieked. “There is blood all over my floor for crying out loud,”
A sharp groan followed, footsteps shuffling and I could hear Nina whisper a breath. “Thank God—”
Kian was still cussing and just before I knew it, the sound of keys jiggling filled my ears, the door opening—
Daxton stood at the entrance, his hair a mess, the corner of his lip curling into a smile. “Hi, Miss Kitty ears?”
“Did I keep you waiting?”
A flurry of emotions crashed over me, tears blurring my vision until I caught sight of the red soaking his shirt. A piece of glass was plunged into fabric over his biceps.
“You are bleeding—” I choked out.
We should never have come here. I should never have said yes to Nina’s request to have breakfast with her. If I had done that, all of this would have never happened.
Daxton glanced at his arm like it was nothing, even flexing his biceps. “Oh this—” He smirked, pulling the glass out with a sharp tug before I could stop him
I gagged at the rush of blood down his arms, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Daxton…” My shoulders sagged.
He moved closer to me, lifting me off the ground effortlessly. “We should return to the suite. Can't have you walking on glasses,”
I couldn't breathe.
I didn't know if it was because of the smell of blood that permeated the air or Kian’s face that matted with blood as Nina and Jaden tended to him.
Daxton did this to Kian?
I swallowed hard and Kian in that state didn't hesitate to flick his middle fingers at me. “Fuck you, Verena!”
Daxton wanted to halt in his step but I touched his shoulder. “No,”
Enough of this mess already.
Any more punches on Kian’s face could make him drop dead and Daxton would get into trouble.
With the look on Nina’s face, I was sure this would be the last time any of us would be here.
“We should go to the hospital—”
Daxton laughed as he set me on the ground. “Shouldn't you be asking me why I locked you in the library,”
God. This wasn't the right time for this, yet I found myself asking ‘why’.
“Because if I didn’t, you would stop me from hitting that jerk. And since I can’t say no to you, I’d end up living with resentment for the rest of my life—for not dealing with Kian for calling you names.”