Violence (Antihero Inferno #3) - Lily White Page 0,135

be together.

You know what I learned most by staring at my reflection?

That I’ll do anything for the woman I love, including chase her stubborn ass down every time she runs.

So that’s what I’m doing when I storm out of the restaurant and over to my bike. That’s what I do when I kick it into high gear and weave through traffic. That’s what I do when I pull into the driveway of her house and park behind her car.

That’s what Emily needs.

She just doesn’t know it.

She may be a queen, but she is one weighed down by guilt and obligation.

Heavy is the head that wears her fucking crown, and the only way she’ll remove it is for the beast kneeling at her feet to stand up and fight the battle that surrounds her.

This entire time.

All these years wasted.

When I could have fought for both of us instead of remaining chained down like her.

Not anymore.

Fuck this.

Fuck that.

Fuck everything.

She’s mine.

And I refuse to let the world beat her down any longer.

People think they’ve seen Violence.

The truth is they have no fucking clue what it is.

But they’re about to find out.

Pulling off my helmet, I climb from the bike and turn. A glimmer of sunlight catches my eye, and I glance over at Emily’s car to notice the back end has a new dent in it, the paint scraped away.

Wondering when the fuck that happened, I leave my helmet on the bike and walk up to her house. I bang my fist against the door a few times with no answer.

Apparently, this is the game she’s going to play. It’s too bad I’m not playing it. I check the knob to find it locked, and I kick the fucking door in, the frame ripped to shit from the effort, but it’s just another expense I’ll have to pay for.

Nothing, and I mean not a goddamned thing, is keeping me from her.

Not anymore.

Not now that I’ve decided I’m stronger than all the barriers between us, and that Emily should have believed in me ten long years ago.

“Emily!”

I hear her bedroom door slam shut down the hall, and I grin. This woman is going to fight me every step of the way.

But it is what it is.

I happen to like fighting.

I also happen to be very good at it.

Running a hand through my hair, I stomp down the hall, find her door is locked, too, so I kick it in, just one more busted frame to pay for.

Emily turns as soon as I step in the room, her turquoise eyes bursting with fire.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

There she is.

My girl.

My queen.

“What I should have done ten fucking years ago when you first started this bullshit,” I roar because, let’s face it, she’s so hard headed right now that I have to raise my voice just to be heard over all the excuses in her head as to why this can’t happen.

“This needs to end. You need to stop, Ezra.”

I close the distance between us and duck my head so we’re nose to nose.

“I’ll stop when I have you. Nothing will get in my way until that happens, so maybe you should stop giving me every reason this can’t happen and finally see that it has to happen.”

Her eyes round at that, a cute as fuck angry expression flickering over her face that I assume is supposed to back me off.

Guess what?

It won’t.

“You need to get the hell out of my room right now.”

I grin at that and step closer, stealing all of her space because she belongs to me just as much as I belong to her.

“Make me.”

Ivy said to give Emily a grand gesture, and that fluffy, romantic bullshit can take a hike because it was never the gesture I needed to make.

This.

This is what Emily needs.

Fire and fists and fury.

Because that’s what she has inside her as well, even when she tries to hide it behind demure manners and ridiculous excuses.

Slamming her palms against my chest, she only manages to knock herself back. I tilt my head because really? Did she actually think that would work?

Her angry glare locks to mine, her jaw set and the wheels spinning in her head so fast that smoke should be coming out of her ears.

“I’ve already given you my last answer.”

“I didn’t believe you.”

“Well, believe it,” she yells. “There is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise.”

Stepping closer to her, I smile and run my eyes down her body. Lifting them again,