“Krishna.” I really wished he’d stop calling my name.
Miguel’s eyes wandered around the room trying to find the source of the voice. “Don’t worry. That’s just my ex-husband acting like he doesn’t have patience. He’s being such a party pooper, isn’t he?” Standing from Miguel I stood back and took in my work. His dick was covered in blood. Those tiny pins played no games.
Walking over to my nightstand I retrieved my custom pink and yellow Glock nineteen gifted to me from David, it was my favorite out of my recently collected collection.
“Krishna.” Amell called my name stalking my way. Before he made it to me, I sent a bullet through Miguel’s skull the same way he did my mother.
Turning to the man responsible for placing me in this predicament in the first place, I made sure he got the greeting he deserved.
“Welcome home.” I fired off two shots.
Chapter 21
Amell
If I ever doubted my love for Krishna Gazelle, I knew I loved her now. She shot me twice. The first grazed my ear and the second went through my arm. My Gazelle was a sharpshooter. Her father taught her. We spent plenty of time together at the gun range. If she wanted to kill me, she could’ve but she didn’t. Somewhere underneath the pile of my filth she still loved me.
She shot me.
The sexiest thing ever.
“After he’s done cleaning your boo-boos, I’d appreciate it if you cleaned up the mess on my floors.” My Gazelle leaned against the refrigerator with a glass of wine giving me and the Chief an eye full of her in lingerie. I argued with her to put on some clothes, at least a robe, but she aimed her gun my way and I shut my mouth.
“Is that how you treat the man you love?” I teased hoping to get a smile.
All I got was rolled eyes and a snort. “Correction used to love. You set me free, remember.” I cringed at the void of emotion in her voice. The pain of not hearing the love she once had for me hurt worse than my shoulder wound.
“I’m going to change. I’ll be ready once I’m done.” She pushed off the fridge and gave me a full view of her beauty. The sway of her hips as she walked. The dip in her hips from her curves and that round ass. Wrong time to lust after her but it was hard to ignore her allure.
“Are you sure it wasn’t Miguel that shot you?” Chief asked for the hundredth time. He had a hard time believing that Krishna would shoot me. I had to remind him that he should never underestimate a scorned woman.
“Positive. Right after she knocked him off she aimed and took her shot. Twice.”
He chuckled, stitching my arm. “She missed you, huh? Didn’t you say that she’s expecting you.”
“Hush, old man.” So many things ran through my mind. So many things I wanted to say. All of it clearly would have to wait since we were on her time and she was in control, that felt weird. Not being in control. Being at her mercy. Knowing that the only reason I’m here is probably because of her. That confused me most of all and I wanted to know how she managed to do it.
Chief and I stood outside by the door waiting for her to come downstairs. David and the other guards she had hidden around the house weren’t so welcoming to seeing me and I understood that. Mitch and Clover always treated their guards like family so watching Krishna’s breakdown because of me, I was enemy number one.
“I’m ready.” We all turned to see her dressed in a grey Nike sweat suit and dark shades. It was damn near twelve at night and she had on sunglasses. That stinging in my chest came back knowing that she didn’t want me to see her red crying eyes.
As we loaded into the SUV a black van pulled up to the house and several men got out and went into the two-story home. She had her own cleanup crew.
Who in the hell did I turn her into?
We rode to the unknown destination in silence. Chief sat up front with David leaving me and Krishna in the back. She refused to look at me. Refused to answer my questions. Refused to let me touch her.
“Have you taken the proper time to mourn, Gazelle?”
She snorted dismissing me with a wave of her hand. “Spare me the facade of acting like you care about my mental emotional state. I’ve lost both of my parents. Mourned my heart being ripped out of my chest and,” she snatched her shades off. “I’m standing and somehow breathing after watching and feeling innocent life slip from my body. How I decide to mourn is none of your concern.”
I felt like shit watching her eyes rim with tears. Once upon a time she gazed at me with pure love. Gazed at me with passion. Gaze at me like I was the center of her universe. Now, she could barely stand to share the same air.
What did she mean by innocent life?
Innocent life slipping from her body?
Tears of my own stung my eyes at the realization of her words. “Will you ever forgive me, Krishna? Will you ever let me love you again?”
She laughed, wiping her cheeks. Her laugh wasn’t that of humor but of hurt.
“Let you love me? Why should I? I feel like all I’ve ever done is chase you. Chasing an empty heart. Since I understood the possession you had over me without knowing, I’ve been chasing you.” She blew out a frustrated breath making her coils flop against her cheek. “Your promises to me, Amell. All the promises you made to me; I wrote them on the tables of my heart. I’m out of breath chasing you. I’m tired, Amell. I'm don…”
“No, Krishna!” I yelled out with the same force my heart slammed against my rib cage. “You can’t…”
“Yes I can. I’m done. You don’t deserve me or my love. I-I killed a man. You promised I’d never have to pull a trigger if you were around. You haven’t been around. What do I need you for if you can’t keep me from turning into a hollow shell like you?”
Damn. That hurt. A lot.
“Krishna, I needed to…”
“Oh, save your supa save the hood mantra. I know you. I know your heart better than you do. You will give the shirt off your back. Not once did I ever ask you to choose. Do you understand that? I never would ask that of you. All I’ve ever asked of you is that you include me, so your burdens won’t be fought alone.” Her phone rang giving me time to release the breath I’d been holding.
I messed up. My plan had been a failure. Everything had aligned the way I wanted to before turning myself in. It all made sense. But now, I fucked up. I royally fucked up.
While she sat on the phone talking to whomever I focused on where we were going. Instead of going through the main entrance to the airport David took the back which put us right by two private planes. Everyone got out except her and I. I wanted to make sure that we were getting on the same plane. Now that I had her, I couldn’t deal with losing her again regardless if she hated me.
It took everything in me not to toss my dominance around and take over. Krishna was hurt, that was more than obvious. She needed this moment of being in control, I got that. However, no matter how much depression kicked my ass and dealing with the blazing emotions of seeing her half naked in front of Miguel, I was still that nigga and I needed her to know that.
“So this is what you do, Amell?” Hearing a familiar voice coming from her speakerphone made my heart drop. I cussed under my breath hearing Cassian going on and on. “Your black ass is set free, my nigga, and you haven’t come home yet? Well, guess what the fuck I’m doing once I get to your house? I’m killing all your fishes. Yep, I’m killing all those bitches.”