Authors: Bella Jewel
|'Til Death - Part 2|
|Bella Jewel Publishing (2015)|
From USA Today Bestselling Author comes the final part in the thrilling series, 'Til Death.
You know how it went for me.
You know what he did.
You know the fire he left inside my soul when he crushed me into a thousand tiny pieces.
Since Marcus, my life has been a blur of emptiness.
Since Marcus there has been nothing.
I’m alone, my Mom is dwindling and I feel nothing but emptiness. I work long, I work hard, but why? There’s no longer anything to fight for.
I know I have to face him. I know I have to go back. To fix my life, I have to break my ties to him.
Seeing Marcus again will destroy me, but it’s time to finish this.
I don’t expect the bitter, twisted emotions I’ll feel when I see him again, and when I lose everything once more, because of him, the only thing on my mind is revenge.
But how do you hurt someone you still love so deeply?
How can I still care for a monster? How can he still make me feel?
Our story is the most complicated of them all, it’s far from beautiful, it’s far from perfect, it’s just a twisted mess of emotion that neither of us knows how to fix.
But we will fix it. You’ll see.
'Til Death Pt 2
Published by Bella Jewel, 2015.
Thank you so much for battling it out with Katia and Marcus, they’ve been a hard couple to love, let alone write. I’d love if you could leave a review, it makes the world of difference for us and your opinion means the world to me, good or bad. Thank you so much. | If you’re interested to know more about JC, you’ll be happy to know he’s getting a book. Up next, however, will be Pippa and Tyke from the Jokers’ Wrath Series, and his book will follow theirs. | Haven’t read the Jokers’ Wrath? What are you waiting for? You can get Precarious, Book 1, Melancholy, Book 2 & Anguish, Book 3 on amazon, barnes and noble, kobo and iTunes now!
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il Death Pt 2 is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Please do not take offence to the content, as it is FICTION.
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It lives deep inside me. Every ragged breath I take is consumed by that one
emotion. Time does nothing. It fixes nothing. It heals
I never expected to feel love in my life, so it came upon me like a hurricane, swooping in and tearing my world to pieces.
Now I struggle to put it back together.
There simply is no glue strong enough to hold me in one piece.
They all blend into a blur of nothingness. I no longer distinguish them, no longer care whom they belong to. I’m a man who ruined his own life, and there’s only one voice I want to hear. It’s also a voice I know I’ll never hear again. I destroyed a soul. I created my own nightmare. There is no forgiveness for that.
I lift my head, seeing Ulio standing in the doorway. He looks over me and shakes his head sadly. “Jesus, have you showered?”
“Why are you here?” I mutter, tilting my head back and swallowing the amber liquid in my glass. It burns, but it’s a feeling I’ve come to love. A feeling that sends fire deep into my soul until I can no longer
“I’m here to tell you I put the money you requested in Katia’s bank account. It bounced.”
My entire body jerks and I lift my head, hating the way my heart lurches at the very mention of her name.
“What?” I rasp.
“It bounced. The account is closed.”
“What the fuck do you mean it bounced?” I roar, standing and swiping all the items off my desk. They crash onto the floor around me, my glass joining them. It creates a wet patch on the floor before soaking through the papers scattered around it. I don’t care. It could all burn and it wouldn’t matter.
“It means she closed her accounts. She’s gone. She’s packed up her mother, her life, and she’s gone.”
“Then find her!” I bellow.
“What for?” he barks. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
My fists clench and unclench.
He’s right. I know he’s fucking right. I said those things to her that day, those horrible fuckin’ things to make her leave and never come back. I set her free. I gave her a chance at life without me. Now . . .
. . . it hurts so fucking bad I can’t get it out. Desperation has become my new best friend.
“She’s got nothing,” I rasp. “Do you fucking understand? Nothing. Putting that money in her bank account was a way of making sure she lived easily after what . . .”
“What you did? After you fucked her life?”
I shoot him a glare so deadly he flinches.
He narrows his eyes, dropping his voice into a gentle yet low hiss. “You made choices here, Marcus. You fucked up. She’s gone. There’s nothing more you can do. Move on.”
“Find her,” I mutter. “I need to know she’s okay.”
I jerk, and growl, “Excuse me?”
. I’m done. It’s been a month. She’s gone. She’s not coming back. You need to pick yourself up and move on. It’s what you wanted. It’s why you sent her away, hating you. If you don’t, I’ll find someone else to work with.”
“Is that a threat?”
He turns, walking to the door. “No, it’s a fucking promise. Pull yourself together.”
Pull myself together.
How am I supposed to pull myself together when my glue is fucking gone?
here is no worse feeling in the world than pain. Not pain from a wound, or an injury, but pain from having your heart broken. Pain is something you can’t describe until it delves into your soul and imbeds itself. You think you understand, you even watch others go through it, wondering at times why the hell they can’t just ‘get over it’.
But until you’ve been there, you’ll never understand pain.
Take your worst nightmare and multiply it by a hundred. You know that feeling that crushes your chest, taking your breath away? Double it. What about when your skin crawls, and every one of your limbs is numb, beyond shaking? Triple it. Then there’s your heart. Irreparable. Broken. Ruined. Damaged.
That’s what happened to my heart the day Marcus Tandem broke it. I could say that was where it ended, but it didn’t. I’m still bitter; I swim in hurt until it clouds my mind, and the person I was becomes a distant memory. She is no longer. There is nothing but a gaping, aching hole in my chest. He broke me. He took my life in his hands and he wrung it until it bled onto the ground, leaving nothing but an empty shell.
My life will never be the same again, and it’s him who will pay for that.
One day, when I find a way to breathe again.
I drag my feet, my worn shoes scraping across the bland wooden floor. I glance at the customers that pass me, their eyes no more than empty sockets in my broken mind. They mean nothing to me. I don’t see anything, feel anything,
anything. My soul is a bottomless pit. My body moves only because it has to.
Time heals nothing.
I’m as bitter as the day I was when I walked out on the man I thought I loved.
He never chased me.
He never called.
He never divorced me.
He just let me go.
That almost makes me angrier than the fact that I fell in love with a man who was nothing more than a cold-hearted monster, out to keep his business. I don’t care who you are, I don’t care what your past is—you make a choice to completely destroy a human being for your own satisfaction, your soul will go to the depths of the earth and deeper, and you, my friend, will
“I’m coming,” I call out mindlessly.
I lift the tray from the counter and collect glasses as I head to the kitchen to fetch more orders. You’d think I could get a better job, but when you move to a town where nobody knows you and you’re forced to start again, your qualifications mean shit. Especially when your old boss has nothing but bad things to say about you; Robert that is. To say he holds a grudge would be an understatement.