She lifts her head, snot and tears running down her face. “I am your mother! You ungrateful little bitch!” Her eyes go to LeAnne who places her bloody hand on her hip, looking bored. “All you had to do was marry him!”
“He didn’t want me!” I scream.
Snorting, she licks her lips “You think I wanted your fucking father? You make sacrifices for the Lords.”
My hand shakes, holding the knife, and my grip tightens. “You were going to take my baby.” I don’t want anyone to know that I’m having two. That’s for me and only my husband to know.
“She what?” Ryat demands, stepping into me.
He thinks I told him everything that went on those days that I was in lockdown with Valerie and Matt, but I didn’t. I ignore him and step closer to her, “You said that you would cut my baby out of me yourself and leave what’s left of me for Matt.” Angry tears fill my eyes. “A mother would never say that to her child.”
Growling, she lifts her chin. “Good thing I’m not your mother.” Her eyes go to Ryat who stands to my left. “He doesn’t fucking love you! You’re a game, Blakely. To Matt. To him. I was going to do you a fucking favor.” Her green eyes move to my stomach. “I deserve that baby! I deserve my chance. And I’m going to get it …”
Cutting her off, I drop to my knees and shove the knife into her stomach, horizontally. Valerie’s mouth falls open, a single breath leaving her parted lips before I yank on the handle, pulling it across her abdomen, splitting her fucking open—gutting her—like she had planned on doing to me.
Kneeling in front of her, I feel the blood on my skin and soak up into my jeans. I watch, unable to look away—the life draining out of her green eyes—and I hope that Ryat was wrong about there not being a heaven and hell. Because I hope she’s burning. When my day comes and I have to face my God, I will gladly go to hell for the life I took, because it saved two others. My children deserve a chance at a life they want. Not one that this bitch was going to dictate.
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
RYAT
“WONDERFUL.” THE CRAZY bitch claps her hands, turning to face the congregation. “You are dismissed, Lords,” LeAnne announces. “This is a family matter. Shoo.” She waves her hands in the air.
Ignoring her, I kneel next to my wife. She’s still on her knees, shaking and her hand gripping the handle of the knife that is inside of a dead Valerie. “Blake?” I say softly, brushing the hair off her shoulder to her back so I can get a better look at her profile. “Blakely?”
“She’s fine, darling.” LeAnne laughs as if this is a joke.
I look up at her, narrowing my eyes on hers. “You can leave too.”
She opens her mouth but Phil steps in next to her. “Come on. Let’s give them some space.”
“But …”
“You’ve got plenty of time to talk to her.” He assures LeAnne and all I can think is over my dead body! That bitch isn’t going to come near my wife. I don’t trust her.
“Alright.” She nods and looks over at a bloody, but very much alive Matt hanging from his restraints. “But what about …？”
“I’ll fucking handle it!” I snap, getting to my feet. “Get the fuck out!”
Her face hardens and she steps into me. “Listen here, boy.” She points a finger in my face. “Everything you have is because of me. I can take it away just like that …” Her fingers snap and I fist my hands to keep from snapping her goddamn neck.
“Now, now, now. It’s been a long day.” Phil grabs her shoulders and pulls her back from me. “We’re leaving.” He nods and then takes her hand, pulling her over to the stairs.
“Blake?” I bark with a little more bite than I meant to. It doesn’t faze her.
She sits on her knees, her clothes now soaked in blood and sniffing. “Come on.” I lean over, grabbing her under her arms and yanking her to her feet.
“I … killed her … I …”
I spin her around to face me, grabbing her face in both of my hands. “Look at me.”
Tears run down her cheeks, smearing her once pretty makeup. “She was going to take our babies …” She rushes out.
“Hey,” I say softly.
“I couldn’t … wouldn’t let her do that.” She licks her wet lips.
“You don’t have to explain yourself, Blake. It’s okay.”