…Trinity POV…
I have never felt such extreme anger towards a single soul in my life before. To say that my heart is not raging with hatred would be a lie. All I feel towards Colton Cruz now is the desire to end his life.
Did I love this man before?
If you ask me now, then I would say no. I feel betrayed, and god knows I feel hurt. The pain that he has inflicted on me is one that you can never forgive. How can you walk into the home of a man with the intent of killing him? Can he even dare to say that he has done this all for us?”
What us?
There is no such thing.
I hate the man.
Yet this man thinks that he can underestimate me; it only takes me but a snap of a second, and I have my wrist away from him. Not being able to resist, I only but burst into laughter, “Do you truly think I am just a fucking pretty face?”
“Oh, little princess, I know that you can handle that thing. But do us both the
It is with great satisfaction and a small victory in my heart that I watch the look on Trinity’s face as the barrel is softly laid against her head. Now, of course, I will not let the man shoot her, but it is time that she calms the fuck down. She can, by all right, be her worst own enemy; she self-destructs in an epic way. Not that I am saying that I don’t do it myself.But I am not the one that is slightly outnumbered.So trying my best to hide my pure pleasure, only to fail completely, I call out for her. She has gone completely dead still on the spot, and I swear the woman has not winked for the past minute. “Trinity, I guess this is where you have to drop that gun.”“Fuck you, Colton. What are you going to do?” I can hear her voice is now starting to tremble. From under a stuttered breath, she continues in a fit of anger, “Are you going to shoot a woman now as well.”With clear determination, I only but
I watched Trinity’s back for the final time as she walked out that door.That was three days ago.Today, I am still a fucking mess, and god knows I think that I will still be one for a while. The fact is that I cannot keep living in the vicious circle of absolutely torture. There is nothing…between us only spaces of emptiness and nothing. There was love…once, yet there was none; as for feeling, what parts existed? What parts of us existed?The thing with moving on is you will be stuck there for a while. You will be moving, yet you will still be stuck in the memory, in the moments. So are you truly moving on?I say it is bullshit.But I cannot be that man that is going to climb into a deep abyss and sit in my own misery wondering what went wrong. I have a new role in fulfilling. Not only am I Colton Cruz, but I am Kole Venditti, and both of these men will not let women ruin their lives and kick them down. I am getting off this fu
I have stepped into that brink of insanity again. I guess, and I have said this on so many occasions, that Trinity Stone will be my undoing. She has brought me to my knees for one too many times, and I am about to get my revenge.Ya, my heart will indeed grow bitter.But I do not give a fuck, I am scorned, and I am on a path to settle a score. It might not happen today, but it will happen, that she can count her perky little ass on.So, after trying to convince me of what a bad idea I had in mind, Mason is finally being dragged to the car. Now, we are not kidnapping Trinity again, but what we are doing is taking what is mine, and that is the Stone Empire.Now Mason is beyond petrified that I am going to walk into the mansion and shoot her; well, I will let me put the poor man out of his misery, “Relax before you pop a fucking vein in your head, we are only doing surveillance.”He only but shakes his head at me, “The last time we d
We are hiding in the darkness of the lounge, watching in pure terror as a man’s face comes into view. Now my first immediate reaction is to go in search of Trinity to see if she is in any trouble. But then only but moments later, she enters the kitchen with the very same question that is burning on my lips. And it is with eyes now filled with confusion that I turn to Mason, that is just hiding off to the left.“What is that man doing here?”The question begs, did Trinity allow him? Or does she indeed do not have any knowledge of why he is in her house, and if so, how did he find himself getting in here in the first place? Now by the lack of any visible weapon, I can assume that he is not here to cause harm, but we all know that he is rather quick on the gun, and he shall not hesitate to draw in a second.So I must fight the incredible urge to blow my cover and walk over to him and demand the reason for his presence. Much to my own frustration,
Well…Who would have ever thought I would pick up the phone to the voice that is coming from the other side. For a second, I was not going to as I did not recognize the number coming through. But yet I am, which is debatable if I am strangely happy or extremely annoyed.So without torturing myself any further, I decide to speak and just remain in silence, “To what do I owe this displeasure?”There is only but a stuttering that is coming through, then after what seems like a good long minute, there is an answer, “I have a problem, well it was more than, it scared the shit out of me. And I need help.”“What makes you think that I will help you?”“You know that you are the best, and all I want is a push in the right direction.”I cannot help but burst out in a fit of laughter, “I thought you had that push covered? Now you are knocking on my doorstep?”“No, Colton, I
If there is one thing in this business, then this is it…If you get a call from certain people, you know that you find yourself in shit.Now it is this very thing that I am thinking of as I watch the name flash persistently on my phone. There is a greater part of me that does not want to answer it. Yet, I know that it might be a fatal move. So not hesitating for a moment longer, I swipe up to answer.“Bruce, to what do I owe this pleasure.”He only but rumbles with laughter; this only does mean one thing, “You seem to have pissed someone off.”“Well, that is a long list lately, but what seems to be the problem?”“You have a hit on your head.” Then he pauses for a brief moment, “It is that lovely little princess of Vic.”“Now slap me fucking silly; I did not think our breakup was that bad.”I listen as Bruce only but chuckles, “Well, man, she se
It is with great anger that I find myself standing in Trinity’s closet. Now I just played that damn picture through my head as I imagined, much to my own disgust how she is taken to heights of ecstasy by another man.I will not lie; every bone in this body wants to step outside and rip this man apart. Then I need to remind myself that I am trying to move on and forget about the woman that broke my heart. The sad fact is that Trinity is always going to have a hold on me, whether I like it or not. The woman shall be my undoing for the rest of my life.But putting this aside, how the fuck can she have another man in her bed when my body still lays warm against hers. I can still feel her soft skin melt into mine. How can she even dare take another man so soon?So yes, I am standing, and I am listening to idle chatter and a whole bunch of shit about setting up the grounds for tonight. Ya, it is confirmed; this man is part of her detail. Now should I feel reliev
As I sit here in the darkness, the question that Mason asked keeps running through my head. Yet, I never answered him; I can still not shake the nagging feeling that something is just not right with Trinity. I have known the little ice princess long enough to know that she is hiding something. And I can almost guarantee that she is in way over her head.So what do I do?Question begs…do I do anything at all?After all, I still fucking hate the woman.But there is that part that makes me human, that part that makes me want to care. I would not be in my business if I did not value other people. Yes, we have had nothing but ugly words to say at each other for the past few days, but I simply don’t think I can lay this head down on this pillow if I don’t at least attempt to find out what is bugging her.So much to my own disgust, I slip my phone from my pocket and swipe up for the very last and first number that I dialed.With