The Story of Blood and Roses-Chapter 152 You Had No Righ
"I asked you not to come into this room," Anthony countered. I turned away, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing my answer.
"I thought you loved her."
"Oh, daughter of mine... Your mother fed you all that bullshit while you were growing up." I could hear a distinct 'told you' from beside me. It irritated me so much that I wanted to strangle him. "Your mother thought that I loved her, and I preferred to keep it that way."
"You're a sick bastard, you know that?"
"You're my daughter. Who would know better?"
"She was pregnant?" I screamed at him.
"I wouldn't care less. I'm happy you're here, Mia. Now, I can finally get what I want."
"What the hell do you want?"
"You. Gone."
A strangled laugh left my throat.
My father wants to kill me.
He also killed my mother.
Everyone made me think that the love of my life had committed the crime.
My life was a twisted plot of meandering paths.
"Don't threaten her," I heard him hiss.
"You won't kill me over this pussy, Anthony. It would mean war. You would lose to Luke."
I soaked the conversation in.
They were allies. I should have known, but it stung.
"I will kill everyone for her," he swore. My limbs almost faltered. A sob threatened to break through.
No more.
No more...
I played the words over and over in my head.
"So, you killed your wife so that you could be a crime lord? Why would you do that?"
"Money is the anthem of success," he told me. "You will not be the reason why I lose it, Mia Vincent."
I dreaded what would happen next. I was overcome by the urge to pull the trigger and kill the disgusting man.
I pressed the button on my watch and spoke into it.
"Send reinforcement to location. Rat found." The clock buzzed once, indicating that the message had been received.
"They won't do anything to me. They know I am alive. Don't you dare think for a minute that you are getting out of this alive," he sneered.
His finger twitched on the trigger. A devious smile spread across his face.
"You made one mistake, Mia. You are with the man you love, not a man who loves you. These bitches fuck you and throw you away. He is no different. Too bad you didn't get to see the day when he changed his tune." He guffawed.
Guns went off.
It was followed by silence.
I saw his body fall forward. Two bullet holes gaped at me. His eyes were wide open, his mouth frozen in that demonic smile.
A sob tore out of me as I remembered.
"You're hurt!" I heard his alarmed voice. I slapped his arm away as he placed it on my stomach. I looked down, seeing the blood soak through the uniform.
I swore loudly and continued to shove him away from me.
"You bastard. You lied!" I screamed at him. I waved my gun in front of his face to scare him off. He fought back, gripping my hands and pushing me away from the body.
"You killed my father!" I cried.
Thank you.
Please...
No more.
"He was going to kill you..." he shouted right back at me.
"You had no right!"
"Get a grip of yourself, Mia." His calm voice spurred me on. I couldn't even look at him.
"Now... we all know everything. Should I kill you?" The voice was not my own.
"Jesus, Mia. It's me... calm the fuck down..." he pleaded. I slumped forward. "You'll bleed out. We need to get you looked at... please..."
"Why did you put up with me? Why not kill me?"
So tired...
No more...
"I need you..."
"I..." He held on to me as I slid to the floor. "I can't take it any longer. Please, let me go."
"Never. I need you. Do you understand?"
So tired...
Can't take any more...
"Listen to me. Don't you fucking dare... Mia..." I sighed and then let my head rest on his chest.
"Please..."
