“Is that what’s bothering you? We can do it someplace else,” he offers. I nod my head. I would much rather he not kill someone in the house I have to live in.
“Not here,” I say as tears fall down my cheeks.
“Okay, baby. Not here, but first, do you have anything you want to say to him?” What the hell could I possibly say to him? I shake my head, but Devon just chuckles.
“I do. I think you’re a piece of shit for putting your hands on her. You broke her bones.” He nods to Wyatt. He shoves him to the ground, and Devon grabs his arm in his hands and steps on the other part before breaking his arm. A scream leaves my lips, but I know no one will hear me out here.
Tom screams in pain when Devon continues.
“You broke her rib,” he states before he kicks Tom in the ribs as hard as he can.
“You also broke her fingers,” he reminds him before moving to his hand next. Wyatt grabs his hand and holds it flat on the floor, where Devon stomps his fingers while Tom screams.
I wrap my arms around myself and hold on tightly as tears run down my face.
“I won’t kill him here, but I needed you to see he’s dead,” Devon says, looking up at me. I nod my head shakily before he walks over and takes my face in his hands.
“I love you, Caydence. No one is ever going to hurt you again while I’m breathing,” he promises me. He isn’t joking. No one will dare lay a finger on me again. No one. He will kill anyone who tries, and I know it. “I’m going to let Wyatt handle him from here, okay? I’ll stay with you.”
“Wha-what?”
“Or would you prefer I do it?” he asks. I shake my head rapidly, and he nods, agreeing with me. I can’t have that on my conscience, knowing he killed someone else. It’s making me sick to my stomach even to think that he’s ordering Wyatt to do it.
“I’ll take care of it,” Wyatt offers as he hauls Tom to his feet and nearly drags him out the front door. I stand here, shaking and uncertain what to do now.
Devon comes toward me, and I jolt a little. His hands come down to rest on my shoulders, and his warmth seeps into me.
“Don’t be afraid. You know I’d never hurt you,” he says softly. I nod my head. I know he wouldn’t. Not in the physical way, at least.
“Where is he taking him?” I ask now.
“Doesn’t matter. You don’t need to know.”
“He’s going to kill him, though, right?”
“Yeah. He’s dead.”
“I … I don’t … I don’t know what to say,” I admit to him. Devon smiles and pulls me into his arms, where I always feel the safest, and that’s the ironic part of it all. How do I feel safe in these arms? Even after I know what he did. What he’s having him do. I’m torn, confused, but also know I’m safe with him. I’ve never been safer in my life, and that’s saying something.
I know deep down I shouldn’t feel this good with someone who could so easily kill another, but I do. I feel like I have everything I could ever need and want with him.