With that, I pressed my foot on his throat, holding it down with enough pressure to cut off not only his blood flow but also his air supply.Matt thrashed under me, his one good hand pushing uselessly at my boot in an attempt to dislodge the crushing weight pinning him down.Increasing the pressure, I watched the blood vessels in his eyes burst, the redness overtaking the whites of his eyes while his face turned an ugly shade of purple.
And then he finally stopped struggling.
Matt’s eyes closed with a final grimace before his entire body went lax, his hand flopping lifelessly to the floor.Removing my boot, I knelt to check his pulse.When I felt nothing, I stood over the man I had once considered a friend and felt absolutely nothing but disappointment.
“Another fuckingwaste,” I muttered under my breath for the second time today, then turned away to finish my search of the grounds before making my next move.
But I didn’t have to go far because the second I looked away, my eyes collided with the object of my never-ending turmoil.
23
INTO THE FIRE
The sheer look of terror on Jaden’s face immediately brought my dick to life.The sudden primal urge to conquer and fuck caused the strain in my pants to become an irritation I didn’t have time to deal with.For a second, she almost looked like a deer caught in headlights, her big hazel eyes wide with shock and fear, her body nearly frozen in place and dressed in combative gear—I saw fucking red.
But upon recognizing that she was in fact still on the grounds, as I had feared—clearly alone, heavily armed, and dressed in combative gear—I saw fucking red.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!”I roared as I stormed my way toward her.
My sharp tone made her visibly flinch, seemingly knocking her from the frozen state she had been in.But when I got maybe fifty feet in front of her, she suddenly regained her full composure and lifted both her hands to reveal two small handguns, each one pointed at me.
And then she started shooting.
Immediately, I knew three bullets had struck the center of my protective vest, compromising its integrity, the impact instantly knocking the breath from my lungs.One bullet had grazed my shoulder, while another had zipped past my ear.The realization that my pregnant wife was actively shooting at me forced my body to maneuver out of her range and behind the kitchen island.
My chest ached something fierce as my lungs struggled to take in oxygen.Getting shot, even with a protective vest, still hurt like fucking hell, and it did wonders for the stab wound in my side.Removing the now useless vest, the absence of the additional weight made it slightly easier for me to breathe again, but each breath was like inhaling fire.
Fucking Tuesdays…
When the shooting stopped, I waited a few seconds before glancing around the corner of the counter, but Jaden was nowhere in sight.Frustration and disappointment struck me hard at the fact that for the first time in a long time, Jaden had actively tried to kill me.While I had hoped she would have learned by now that such an endeavor was impossible for her, the realization that she was willing to try again told me I had still not yet broken her hard enough.
You’d think that after everything I had put her through, she would have abandoned the entire fantasy as nothing more than a silly intrusive thought not worth her time or energy.
But not Jaden…
The hardest part was going to be apprehending my pregnant wife without hurting her or our unborn child while she was actively trying to kill me and then safely relocating her.
You get what you pay for, dipshit.You can’t have it both ways.
And wasn’t that the goddamn truth.
“Jaden, cut the shit and get your ass out here right now,” I ordered as I cautiously stood from behind the kitchen island, hoping she was now empty on ammunition.
I sighed when I was met with silence, rounding the counter to glance in every direction for her small frame that could easily hide behind a fucking fire hydrant.But before I could finish my search, I felt a slight body slam onto my upper back as a cord was wrapped around my neck and pulled taut.
My hands immediately moved to grip the offending cord, circling back to find small feminine hands clutching it tightly.I grabbed her forearms and jerked my body forward, launching her from my upper shoulders to swing her down so that her back landed onto the kitchen island as gently as possible.
Jaden’s surprised face looked up at me as her head nearly dangled off the counter, her chest heaving with heavy breaths.
“I want a fucking divorce,” she growled, then gripped the edges of the counter and lifted her knee all the way to her chest to kick me right in the face with her boot.
I felt the skin of my brow tear, blood dripping down the side of my face, but I maintained my hold of her wrists.Ignoring the blow, I swiftly spun her around so that she was now forward facing me, my hips safely planted between her legs.
“After today, the only thing you’re going to get is a fucking lobotomy,” I retorted angrily.
Maybe everyone was right.Maybe I was a fool.Perhaps it was time I accepted that the only way I could truly control Jaden was to turn her back into some semblance of a fucking robot again.My long-term survival might actually depend on it if I wanted to maintain this little family I intended to grow.
Keeping her pinned in place by the throat, I reached around the counter to pull open the drawer containing a hidden sedative specifically calculated for Jaden and her pregnancy.The propofol was just enough to keep her barely conscious and would give me all the time I needed to move her to a more secure location.I had these hidden all over the house for reasons just like this.I had just hoped it would never have to come to such extreme measures.