Too Late: The Innocent Traitor I Destroyed

ated apartment, contorting my body in a

raw flesh, blistering and weeping se

r the wounds and bit down hard on a folded towe

just open; it

in the frame, his chest heaving, his face smeared wi

ut breaking stride. He saw the vodka bottle. He saw

fro

ened, pupils dilating until they were black pools, tak

his voice shaking with a t

ly, hissing as the fabric

" I said, turn

Elena! Where did y

a smirk onto my face. It was the only

"A girl in the showers didn't like the way I looked at her. Or may

rd I thought a tooth m

skin. "You think you're the only one who g

s a whore to disgust him, to make sure he never looked close e

roat. His hand was large, warm, and calloused. He sq

om mine. "I thought... for a second, I thought y

ked, raspy sound

ran, Dante. I saw the fire and I ran. I only care about myself.

eartbreak fracture his anger. He wanted m

d against my lips, the wo

" I wh

gasping for air as oxygen rushed back into my burning lungs. He lo

fia called. She

s waiting at the end of the long driveway. Dante w

ut it in gear to pull forward, she

heatrical shriek-and rolle

porch, Da

like history repeating itself-the woman he loved, struck down by a veh

to her. He r

tank. I watched in the rearview mirror as he barreled t

gripped the steering w

as like a bo

against the force of his rage. The airbag deployed, punching me in the face, but not be

ce fo

s. Through the shattered windshield, I saw Dante s

t look h

ked sa