All Chapters of Their Beautiful Madness: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

My head drops into my hands. I've only known her for a few months, but without her, I almost don't know who I am anymore. She walked into my life and carved herself into every part of me. Now that she's gone, all that's left is the hollow ache of her absence. I thought I was a man who had everything. But in truth, I have nothing without Beatrice.I force myself to pull up the footage, my stomach twisting so much that I can barely breathe. The screen glows in front of me. I bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood and press play. I have no idea when this could've happened, so I start at the very beginning of the party. Every second feels like a blade dragging slow and deep across my chest but I make myself watch.There she is. An angel clutched to my arm, her eyes flickering around the room with that nervous edge I know so well. She keeps her chin high, putting on a brave face for me. Even through the grainy camera footage, I can see it. She's trying to match my energy, t

Atticus I've been at Apex for over a week now. Unlike the past, I'm not here for the endless stream of women, not for the alcohol that burns away thoughts, not for the distractions that keeps me from thinking too much. I'm here for one reason only. Tonight, that reason has finally walked through the doors.I knew she would. Places like this, they're impossible to resist. They get under your skin and seep into your blood. It was designed to be that way. Silas and I built Apex to lure people back, to make sure once you've had a taste you'll always crave more. It's a trap dressed as paradise and she stepped right back inside.The club pulses with life. Bass thunders through the floor, stone slices across the dark, and bodies are pressed tight together. The air is thick with perfume, sweat, and smoke. The kind of heady mix that makes people reckless, hungry, and willing to forget themselves. I stay in the shadows, exactly where I belong. I'm watching and hunting her.She slips through th

No one calls my girl a bitch. Not ever.My hand shoots out and grabs onto one of her fake nails. I twist and rip. The nail gives way, the real one underneath coming with it. The blood wells up, hot and fast. Her scream pierces the air, high pitched and perfect. It's funny that tears irritate me but screams are like music. Music that fuels that dark pulse inside me. I watch her panic, drinking it in. Every note of her agony is a symphony and I am the conductor.Her voice shakes with panic and fury. "My dad is going to fucking kill you." Her hands yank at the chains. "He knows where I am," she spits. "When I don't come home, he'll come looking for me. And you can kiss your miserable life goodbye."I laugh softly."You thought you were clever tearing them apart," I say, stepping closer. "But what you fail to understand is that when you fucked with what was his... you also fucked with what was mine. And anyone who comes between me and my doll will simply..." I let the words linger, lettin

I'm not on birth control and I never got the chance to ask Silas to get me a Plan B. I was too busy getting kicked out of the fucking house.Oh God, what if I'm pregnant? The thought leaves terror in its wake.No. No, no, no.That can't happen. I can't let that happen. I can't carry a child born from men who broke me. Okay, maybe Atticus doesn't deserve the blame, but still. Silas and Atticus are brothers and that makes everything twisted and tainted.Shame rises in me next. How could I let myself be with both of them? It's fucked up. It makes me feel dirty in a way I won't be able to scrub off no matter how many showers I take. It's even more fucked up that I miss them. Both of them.On my way to work I duck into the drug store first. My legs feel heavy, each step dragging me closer to a truth I don't want to face. The fluorescent lights burn too bright as I make my way to the feminine aisle, heart pounding.

"You won't have to," he replies instantly."You're brothers. That'll be impossible.""I've been at Apex. I haven't seen or talked to him since I left him crying with a busted lip on your bedroom floor." His lips curve into something between defiance and promise. "Come to Apex with me. We can make this work."It sounds tempting, like a light in the middle of the darkness. I'm torn between wanting to leap into his arms and wanting to run as far as I can from this chaos."I... I can't just leave, Atticus." My voice cracks slightly, betraying how badly I want to say yes. I glance around the diner, the smell of grease and food grounding me in reality. "I have a job... I have to make sure my bills are paid," I murmur, forcing the practical words out like armor around my heart."You act like I won't take care of you. But fine... I'll pick you up this weekend. We can take things slow." He cocks an eyebrow at me. "What do people call it?