All Chapters of Eyes On Me, Babygirl : Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

Xero.I've been called many things in my life. A monster. A killer. A psychopath. None of it ever mattered, but watching her read those documents nearly broke me.I watched every second of it through the cameras. I watched her unfold the papers, watched her stare at that photograph, and watched the color slowly drain from her face. The longer she looked at it, the more I could see the pieces falling into place inside her head, and then I saw it-the betrayal.She never said my name. She didn't have to. I saw the answer written all over her face. In her mind, the man behind the mask and the man who killed her father were one and the same.Me.And as I watched her believe it, I realized I would've taken a bullet without hesitation if it meant erasing that look from her face, because wounds heal. What settled in her eyes that night wouldn't."X, everything is under control."Clay's voice cut through my thoughts as I moved down the dark corridor.Fifteen minutes.That was all that remained

XERO.His eyes darkened as one of the guards leaned close and whispered something into his ear, his shoulders tensing as his gaze lingered on mine.Jeremy didn't say a word.His eyes barely left mine.Then he slowly raised two fingers.His single gesture was enough to send the guards shifting immediately, tightening their formation around him as every rifle rose and locked onto my chest.Only then did he speak."Make sure he doesn't leave this floor."He paused, taking a slow step back behind his men."Alive."The safety catches clicked off one after another.A slow smile spread beneath my mask.Finally.Something worth killing for.My fingers slipped into the pouch strapped to my belt, pulling out a small black canister no bigger than two fingers.Jeremy frowned."What the hell is-"I pulled the pin.The canister bounced across the polished floor and rolled beneath the feet of the advancing guards.The sharp hiss echoed through the corridor.Gray smoke burst outward, swallowing the h

Kammie."Yes... Yes, I do." The words felt heavy as they left my lips.The air suddenly felt tight, and I couldn't glance away from the papers. I stared blankly at them before forcing my gaze back to him.Easton's face paled almost immediately at my confession. I could see the shock etched across his features as his fingers froze inches away from his Americano.His mouth parted."Is there any-""I know her."A voice echoed from the table behind us, almost like a whisper, yet loud enough to be heard."Her family's like a telenovela filled with crime. I heard her father killed his own wife in cold blood.""And now her fiancé is dead... so is the man she probably wanted to fuck at that party.""Pathetic."Their murmurs reached my ears.Trey gave my hand another reassuring squeeze, which would've felt comforting, except the noise around me was slowly fading into the background.A faint screeching sound echoed in my ears, and my vision began to blur as I struggled to keep my focus on Easto