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When I reached my room, Aaronzé was waiting for me in it, sitting on my bed with his head in his hands.
"Ronzé—"
He quieted me when he looked up, meeting my eyes. They were still that deep, vengeful color of black.
I don't want to continue speaking at this point..
He grinned widely, shark-like teeth showing, "Oh, but why not my Belle Ame?"
His voice was piercing, velvety but dangerous. I tried to make my way to the bed so I could sit down.
"Did he rape you?"
I sat down, sighing. This wasn't Aaronzé right now, this was his inner demon.
"No."
"I smelled your blood on those panties..."
I tried not to cry, but memories of the incident came rushing back. The yelling, screaming, the fight for dear life.
"I can see your memories Marae.." He leans over to me and plays with a loose coil, "I know what he did to you."
"STOP!" I shouted, swiping his hand away, "Stop it! I get it! I get it okay—"
YOU ARE READING
Black Jack
RomanceUNDER CONSTRUCTION . CHAPTERS MAY UPDATE AS YOU READ . AFTER COMPLETION THE BOOK WILL BE MARKED COMPLETE & THIS MESSAGE WILL DISAPPEAR . - Binkya Aaronzé, rising player, had everything any teenage boy could dream of; Money, good grades, and women...
