I didn’t even have time to react before she grabbed the axe on her bag and chopped off my right hand like I was nothing. I screamed in pain.
When Felix found out, he lost it.
I had never seen him like that. His eyes were red, his whole body shaking with rage.
“I’m gonna fucking kill her! I swear to God, Danica, I’ll tear her apart piece by piece!”
I was bleeding. Dying. And I still grabbed him. “Felix… don’t,” I begged. “Please… don’t do it.”
He looked at me like he didn’t understand why I was stopping him but he listened.
He always listened to me.
Instead of killing her, he locked her up. Somewhere no one could find. And every day, he made sure she paid for what she did.
“Anyone who touches you,” he told me once, holding my face so gently it hurt, “I’ll make them wish they were dead. I’ll make them suffer a thousand times worse.”
That was Felix Gallardo.
Cruel. Violent. Unforgiving.
But never to me. Never.
So how… how could he marry her on the same day she destroyed me?
My phone buzzed in my hand. I stared at the screen for a long second before opening it.