Belladonna (Billionaire Boys Club #1)

Chapter 37

Lucas:

I stare down at the girl in my arms.

Her breathing has evened out and the death grip she had on me has softened.

Her dark lashes rest on her cheeks and her pink lips are parted the slightest bit.

Beautiful.

And due to the events that have just occurred, I have confirmation.

Confirmation that I am in deep fucking shit.

I knew I felt something. Knew it was like or something of the sort. I even admitted it to Angel. But I thought that maybe it might pass. A lingering doubt in tha back of my head that it was just an anomaly.

But tonight. When I heard her screams from next door... I barely conjured up a thought.

Immediately, I ran to my room. To her.

I burst in to find her writhing in my bed. Cries escaping her and tears streaming down her face.

All I felt was sickness.

Who knew a girl having a nightmare would make me feel like that? Like my organs were twisting up inside and my heart was fighting to break through my ribs.

I ran to her, like a starving fucking animal to food.

I called her name and pulled her to me. My heart lurching when her arms reached out.

What is this girl doing to me?

I feel like I'm fucking losing my mind.

Especially since all I want to fucking do is lie here with her and fall asleep with her tucked into my arms.

But I can't.

Because despite the fact that I just want to enjoy this, there is that other emotion that has been simmering beneath my skin for the past twenty minutes.

Anger.

White. Hot. Fucking. Rage.

The people that did this to her, that violated her and made her feel like less that shit when she is nothing short of a fucking queen, they deserve to fucking burn.

I want to be the one to watch the flames swallow them alive.

Laughing when they beg for mercy. To find a way out.

But I always get what I want.

And what I want, is for those sick fucks to feel what she did at their hands.

A million fucking times worse.

The storm is the only obstacle in my way right now. The signal wore out sometime during when we got off the phone with my mamma and had finished in the bathroom.

I have never entertained the idea of murdering a storm. But the thunder that still rumbles across the sky, preventing me from contacting a private investigator, definitely makes me wonder.

Sounds like fun.

Madelaina breathes in a long breath and lets it out. Burrowing herself into me even more,. Causing herself to curl downwards.

I pull her up a little and she almost wakes. Humming and turning her head.

"Shhh." I whisper and reposition her so that she is now lying on the bed but still enveloped in my arms. Her head resting on my chest.

She settles immediately. Falling back into a deep sleep and moving her left leg so that it lies between both of mine.

Why does that make me want to hug her? To never let her out of my sight and keep her with me wherever I go?