Chapter 2

SEPTEMBER'S POV

I paced back and forth with my mouth wide open to cool the burning sensation over my tongue due to those f*cking chilies. This shit is too much to handle. I wiped away the saliva forming in my mouth and chuckled at the realization that my life is totally screwed up. Like it wasn't when you became the wife of a criminal and that too forcefully?

Shut the hell up September with your smartass comments.

I rolled my eyes at my pathetic mind and stomped on my feet. Yep, just like a child.

I couldn't help though, I just need to keep my senses sane. But at the same time, tears prickled down my face. Why me? Why I was the one, he has to marry? Why he killed my parents, my Hunter... Wait. Why haven't I thought this before? There must be some reason behind killing my family, right? But what it could be?

Revenge? No, not a chance. Dad was never the one to hold grudges against anyone.

Then what?

Money? But this criminal has already enough money.

I froze in middle as my mind started pointing various questions. Zachary was there to kill all of us but then he drowned into lust enough to not kill me? Or he didn't killed me because I saved his life? But then why he killed Hunter all of sudden when there was Chris also?

How could I be so stupid to realize all this questions more earlier?

"Water." A familiar voice broke the trance of my thought.

"Blake?" I breathed out his name in disbelief when he gestured towards the glass full of water in his hand.

The crave to quench my throat filled my consciousness but by suppressing that urge, I hesitatingly took a step back and shook my head. " Leave." I whispered.

His deep black eyes stared into mine with nothing but offering a pure comfort as if he was there to heal my wounds but in a flicker of emotions in his eyes, he became distant. Right. After all what I can expect from another criminal who is nothing but a pawn of Zachary behind the façade of friendship? These all are criminals, they had murdered many innocents. How can they offer heal to any wounds when all they know is to do the sin? They can never give compassion but also they don't deserve the compassion. Their sick mentality only knows about blood and torn fleshes. They don't deserve death, not because no body deserves to die but because death is something so small punishment for them. For them death is not the punishment but suffering is. They need to be suffered till they realize the pain of all those people who had lost their loved one only because of these criminals. Death is nothing, no one knows that what will happen after they die. So making them suffer emotionally is what worth most. But maybe they don't have an emotions on the first place. Murders don't have emotions; they don't feel the pain.

"I will but before that you've to drink the water. I know very well that your mouth must be burning with..Uh..what happened before." He calmly added and took steps towards me, only to make my heart thump harder in my rib cage.

Sweat appeared over my skin and all of sudden it was like I was transported to someplace else where there was nothing but Zachary taking heavy steps towards me with a gun on his hand, pointing straight to my head and face, flashing a full blown smirk of cruelty.

He's coming to k-kill me. No.

I tried to run but my legs were paralyzed, I tried to scream but my mouth was dry, I tried to escape but my body betrayed me.

"September?"

"September, are you okay?"

"What's happening with you?"

"September?"

My body started shaking in wild fear and my mind went blank. He will not spare me, he will kill me.

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BLAKE'S POV

"September?" I called out her name but again like last fifth time, she kept on shaking and breathing harshly. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and shook her shoulder to get any reaction for her but all she did was to stare my face in horror.

Am I that disgusting that she's getting repulsed by me?

I switched that thought off my brain and waved my fingers in front of her but all in vain. What's happening?

My pulses throbbed in panic as in a blink of an eyes she fell on the floor, unconscious. Without thinking twice, I picked her up in my arms and put her on the bed, carefully.

My mouth went dry and as I was going to call Zach, my eyes fell on her. Few hairlocks were sprawling on her face. I leaned little closer to her and softly removed those bangs of her hair. Her cold skin came in contact with my warm skin and a little shiver passed through my hand.

What was that?

Her face sparkled under the refined rays of sunlight as they fell on her, delicately. She was pale and weak with whatever the hell Zack was putting her through. Her spirit was no longer to how it used to be when I had first saw her. She might be devastated at that time after the death of her family but still she had emotion of pain that time unlike now when she's nothing but vacant.

Maybe Zach had leashed his monsters on her. After all he had only married her to have s*x with her body. What else I can except from him? There was no one out there to teach him about marriage. He was not aware that wedding is not only about s*x. He had seen women only as his bed companion not life's. But still I know that it wasn't Zach's fault. How can we accept something from that person who himself had never found the reason to learn about life?

My thumb traced the skin of her soft jaw. Indeed she's pretty. Not in the way Zach admires her for being hot and sexy but in the way her heart held guts to save the life of someone who had killed her love.

She's pure, too pure to be in our world full of blood and hatred.

There was this urge deep in my heart to pull her out of every pain.

I blinked and swallowed a lump forming in my throat. She's my sister in law; She's the wife of that person who is more important to me then anything else; more important then her pain also. But then what about this heart of mine which was getting pulled towards her pain?

My fingers iriked to trace the lining of her baby shaded pink lips. But before my heart could allow to do so, I clenched my fists and maintained appropriate distance with her.

Stop it Blake. Just stop, right now.

Respect Zach's wife and stay away from her. Just because she has pure heart that doesn't mean, you've to betray Zach.

I exhaled a deep breath and rushed to my room and locked the door behind. I quickly took out a faded picture album from cupboard and sat on the floor, leaning more into wall.

I fixed my eyes on the photograph in my hand and automatically a wave of guilt hit me. I am sorry, I am sorry Mum.

***

SEPTEMBER'S POV

I parted my eyelids and instantly regretted my timing for falling back into consciousness as I saw the face of that person in front of me, whom I hate most.

Zachary.

I groaned internally and clenched my eyes shut again to avoid his shitty face.

"What the hell was that? Blake told me that you passed out on the floor? Why? Are you pregnant with the child of your deceased boyfriend ?"

He taunted making my eyes wide open.

I laughed and licked my lips in an attempt to distract myself from the fact that I will never be able to have my and Hunter's child. The dreams which I've planned for my own happily ever after as Hunter my husband and our two little kids, will never came true. Only because of this criminal.

"I wish but unfortunately...."

I trailed behind still lost in my thoughts.

"Get up."

I nodded and did as he said, clearly not in the mood to fight him back.

"You're having panic attacks?"

I stilled at his question but didn't dared to look into his eyes.

And who's responsible for that?

I wanted to ask him but bite my tongue back.

"None of your business." I replied coolly.

"The hell it is not. You're my wife and every, I repeat every single thing related to you falls in my business."

He cried out loud, literary blowing my eardrums.

" Reason, tell the reason behind getting those panic attacks." He demanded.

I looked at him, curiously. Why he is so interested about that? Huh?

"I will but first answer my few questions."

I stated, clearly confident that he will ignore but he took me by surprise by giving a curt nod. There was this blank look on his face like always but his eyes were reflecting concerned?

I pushed the thought aside of him being concerned for me as there was nothing more disgust I could ever feel by even thinking something so stupid. He and concerned and that too about me? Heck, no. He is nothing but a sadistic bastard.

"Why were you after my family?" I asked, bluntly.

His face remained stone like. He raised his eyebrow, observing me and then his lips broke into faint grin. "Some acquaintance of mine wanted the Lawrence to be dead."

My lips trembled in shock. H-How could he just kill someone without any personal reason? I gulped my saliva, having a sudden fear with him.

"Why you didn't killed me?"

I rolled out my next question, in a weak voice.

"Because you intrigued me at first sight...giving me wild thoughts about f*cking you."

He answered in a swift second and sat on the bed, straight in front of me with our breath hitting each other's face.

"You disgust me Zachary." I spoke calmly.

He laughed and grabbed my jaw, pulling my face an inch closer to his own. My lips quivered and next I know was his lips were moving against mine. To my surprise, he wasn't ruthless with this kiss like usual but it was full of tenderness. He licked my dry lips and pulled himself back and all I did was to look into those pairs of eyes which holds no humanity.

Sometimes I wonder that why even god has created a monster like him? Why criminals are even born? They are disguise to humans. If we couldn't kill them then they don't have any right to be born. These filthy murders are shame to that woman who had given birth to them.

I swallowed a muffled cry and asked "Why you've killed Hunter?"

The question which made my heart hurt but I want to know that Hunter died just because he was my fiancé which made him part of Lawrence family or there was some other reason.

" Now that's sound like an interesting question." He commented and in matter of second, pushed me to lie on my back with himself hovering over me.

His expressions were epitome of devil which made me realize that the reason behind him killing my Hunter was far from my imagination.

He tilted his head and ran his wet tongue over my jaw. I closed my eyes in repulse and just like that under his touch my body went paralyzed, not in pleasure but in hatred. His tongue danced over the skin of exposed skin of my neck and his hand cupped my br*ast, ruthlessly. I calmed myself from screaming in pain but I know that there was no stopping him. He will hurt me, r*pe me or kill me, however the way he want and there was no escape for me.

"Because he was in love with you."

I gasped in shock. No please Zachary, say that you're lying. This couldn't be true.

But the stern look in his ocean blue eyes confirmed everything.

Well done Zachary Wilson. You finally made me believe that how wrong I was to save your life. You deserve to die, the criminals like you deserve to die.

You killed my Hunter in jealousy? Just once, if for once, you've asked me then I would have happily let you claim my body for sparing his life.

I would have cut all my ties with my family and went with you, if you would have decided to negotiate my family's life for my body. But no, instead you murdered them and made my heart suffer their loss.

This is why law had only one punishment for a person like him ; death. Maybe because there absence is better then tolerating their presence.

I shook my head and forced a fake laugh through my tears. "You're monster."

His face became distant and cold and without saying anything else, he removed his grip from my br*ast and clenched his fist. His eyes remained interlocked with mine as my tears silently rolled down my cheeks.

He shifted and went away from him, now avoiding his eyes and as he was going to walk out of the room, I yelled louder enough to let him hear. "I am getting panic attacks because of you. Your brutality is hunting me."

He stilled at his place and I closed my eyes to dive into sleep which I knew was impossible to come. Soon I heard the sound of door getting closed and with that my body grew tired of everything.