Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,29
of something. About an hour of waiting later, he walks out of the front door, his security posse and fuck buddies in tow.
When they don’t take a cab or the car, I keep to my side of the street, secretly watching them as they walk to wherever the hell the bastard goes during the day when he wasn't tormenting me.
He walks for over ten minutes before striding into a posh looking restaurant. I watch through the front window as he meets a blonde at a table near the window and kisses her, hard. This bitch. He never brought me to places like this, not that this is the issue here, but they do nice looking burgers and that bastard knew I loved them.
Throwing my hair over my shoulder, I do what any good dead ex-wife would do. Make a scene.
I push open the door to the restaurant and ignoring the maître d', I head to the back corridor and wait. It doesn't take long, he gets up and heads my way. Hiding until he goes to the men’s room, I block the door with a plant pot, which I’m guessing you aren't supposed to be able to move by the weight of it.
Straightening my dress, I saunter over to his table where the woman waits, sipping on some coffee. Sliding into his empty seat, I cross my legs and meet her startled gaze.
“Hello, love. Don’t mind me joining, do you?” I purr.
“Erm, sorry?” she asks, all timid and a fucking blush covering her cheeks as she lowers her eyes. Fucking hell, he’s going to eat her up and spit her out.
“Don’t be, but he will be,” I murmur, leaning over and grabbing his coffee to sip it as I watch her over the rim of the mug. Her bright blue eyes are wide and confused as she watches me. Her blonde hair is straight and in a short bob, framing her cute face. She looks so sweet and innocent that I sigh and put the coffee down. “What's your name, cutie?” I inquire softly.
She swallows, her eyes darting to the corridor Tim went down. “Don't worry, he's busy. It's just you and me.”
“Stacey, who are you?” she retorts, fiddling with her cup nervously. I spot the red marks on her wrist and frown. She notices my gaze and pulls the sleeve of her dress down to cover it self-consciously.
“Don't worry, I'm used to that. Makeup works best if you can get the right colour match, but it doesn't stop it hurting, am I right?”
She sucks in a breath and leans back as I lean in. “Listen up Stacey. I've been where you were. He says sorry the next day, he brings presents to make up for it, swearing it won't happen again.” Her breathing nearly stop while I talk and I notice the shame in her eyes, she knows I'm right. “I should know, he did it to me. I don't want that to happen to anyone again because, love? He won't ever stop. He feels the need to dominate everything and to hurt others because he can. It's a mechanism. He will never change no matter how many times you tell yourself that, or how many excuses you make for his behaviour. Right now, you’re staring down the barrel of a gun without even realising it. Do you stand there and wait for him to pull the trigger, or do you run?”
“He did this to you?” she whispers, leaning in and dropping her voice so no one else can hear.
“Yup, but much worse. I didn't get out,” I reply, my voice low and dangerous, thinking about the hell he put me through.
“What happened?” she questions, searching my face for answers like I'm her savior.
“He killed me. Well, he thought he did after he forced me to marry him and kept me like his fucking pet,” I spit.
She sucks in a breath, tears gathering in her eyes. “I don't know how to get out. I tried to get away, but he knows where I live and he keeps turning up.” She looks down and I lift her chin with my finger.
“Do you want to be free of him? Are you willing to help yourself? That's the only way this works. I can get you away so he will never find you again, but if you don't want to escape then this is all pointless,” I finish, the truth flowing from my mouth. I came to destroy his life, but I’ll