Shackled Hearts (Chained Hearts Duet 4)

“I don’t think you’ll win this one,” I reply.

My eyes wander, taking in his home. Everything’s white, even the stupid couch that his blood is dripping all over it. There are no photos anywhere. No animals. No nothing. The words that come to mind are ‘hospital sterile.’ The room gives off the feeling of an operating suite, only with soft furnishings. I am not even sure where the television is located—it must be hidden in the walls or something. Have you ever been somewhere where everything feels so pristine, so clean that you just want to dirty it up to make yourself feel comfortable? Well, this is the place for you.

“Yeah, and what would you know?” he bites back, bringing me back into the now.

“I know Chanel. I know her well. Did she tell you about me? Or did she keep playing the game of she never knew me?” I ask, taking a seat opposite him.

“You never knew her,” he scoffs out loudly.

Without batting an eyelid, I pull out my cell and go to the only video I have, press play, and turn it to face him. It’s her coming, for me.

His eyes go wide, and then the scowl of all scowls appears on his face. “That’s not her.”

“Listen…” I smile as Chanel screams out her release. “Tell me, do you know that sound. Or does she use the fake screams she used to give her clients to you?”

“Clients?” he asks, shocked.

“You did know she was a hooker, right?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Chanel was a hooker, a prostitute, a whore… not sure how much clearer I can make it for you. She used to fuck me over as well. Made me so mad I killed any man who said they touched her.” Farris’s eyes search for the door. “You wouldn’t make it in time. I’m a damn good shot, in case you were wondering,” I state, then nod to his hand.

“Who are you?”

“It’s a little late for that question. I came here to teach you a lesson because you hurt something that belongs to me.” I smile. “She told me that night in Vegas, when she came to my room, that she’s never kissed you. She’s never kissed me either. Though, I do plan to change that now I have her back.”

“Why would you want trash? If she is who you say she is? She’s a liar.”

“She lied to you, but I always knew who she was.”

“Well, you can have her!” He goes to stand, completely disregarding her as if she doesn’t mean anything to him like she is less than dirt on his shoe.

“Sit down, Farris.”

“That’s Dr. Farris Child to you.”

“Sit down, Dr. Child.”

He does, reluctantly.

“I said you can have her. So why are you still here?”

“I told you, Farris… oh, sorry, Dr. Child… you hurt what is mine.”

“She wasn’t yours then.”

I click my tongue in a tsk tsk motion. “That’s where you’re wrong.” I stand. “She was and always will be mine. Forever mine… if you want me to be precise. I simply let her live her own life for a while before I made sure she came back to me.” I smile down at him as I step closer. “Any last words, Farris?”

“Yes! Leave now. Don’t come back. Or I’ll call the police.”

“I don’t plan to come back, Farris.” I raise the gun and shoot him between his eyes. He drops back like the bag of fucking scum he is.

You fuck with what’s mine, then be prepared for me to destroy you.

And make no mistake, she is mine.

Chapter Eighteen