That’s what the fucker was.
Lucky that Kate loved her daughter. That Kate was a good mother. Lucky that I loved Kate more than I needed vengeance.
“I had been planning to take years of yours,” I cracked my neck. “I was looking forward to it. Fuck was I looking forward to it.”
For a moment, my resolve wavered. My hand twitched, instinctually going for the knife at my belt so I could start carving him apart. But that knife was sitting on a table in the house my woman slept in. Along with my piece. I’d left them there on purpose ’cause I fuckin’ knew I couldn’t trust myself.
Sure, I could still kill him with my bare hands, and I fucking itched to.
But I stayed on that stool, my eyes on him.
“Unfortunately, you’re gonna walk outta here.”
The fuck sagged in relief, and ferocity lanced through me.
“Let’s get this straight, you fuck,” I spat. “Your life is not gonna go well after this. It’s not gonna look anything like it did before. You will never see Kate again.”
My heart fibrillated at the thought of him laying eyes on her. Him touching her.
“You will give her a divorce,” I grated out. “You will give her fuckin’ everything. You won’t say a word about our time together, or I swear to fuck that I will tear you apart with my bare hands, and I’ll enjoy it.”
A part of me hoped he’d try something. Prayed that I’d be given a valid reason to end him. One that I could take to Kate as being outside of my control.
“We will be watchin’ you,” I stared into his good eye, his eyelashes fluttering faster the longer I glared. “For as long as you draw breath on this earth, we will have eyes on you. I will make it my personal crusade that you eat shit until the day you fuckin’ die. I will ruin everything you have until you live in a fuckin’ wasteland.”
I grinned at him.
“Kate, my woman, the one I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with, has requested that I not kill you.”
His body jerked.
“Yeah, I was shocked too,” I agreed. “But she wants you dead, know that. You’re alive now ’cause of your daughter. That’s the only reason. And again, you say fuckin’ anything to your daughter about Kate, your dick is the first thing I cut off.”
My fingertips buzzed with the thought.
“I’m here ’cause I wanted to look you in the eye when I tell you I’m taking everything you had. Everything you threw away ’cause you’re rotten… to your fuckin’ core.”
I stood, staring down at him. I spat in his face.
“I’ll do that on your grave one day too,” I promised, then I turned on my heel and walked out.
That was the first of two very fucking difficult things I had to do that day, and the sun was only just coming up.