CHAPTER 19
**ZION**
“Oni..." I glare at her
"Zion,” she says softly, “why are you so angry? Talk to me. We used to be such good friends… I don’t understand.” She looks up at me through her thick lashes, her beauty only intensifying my fury.
“Don’t!” I growl, my voice low and menacing. My teeth are clenched as I seize her arms, yanking her toward me with a force that leaves no room for resistance.
“Don’t you dare fucking pretend we were ever friends?” My words hit her like a slap, and I can see her body go rigid. My grip on her hip tightens, fueled by the surge of anger coursing through me.
Every muscle in my body is tense, my jaw clenched so hard it feels like my teeth might shatter. I want her to feel the intensity of my rage, to know just how deeply her betrayal cut me.
Her face registers shock, and I’m struck again by her blatant pretence of ignorance.
She might be able to deceive everyone else, but not me. I refuse to be swayed by her beauty. Did she think she could waltz back into my life and I’d just forget how she betrayed me?
She shattered my family and my life. It all started with a simple game, but it tore my world apart. We were just kids, but actions have consequences, and while she continued her perfect life, I was left to suffer.
Unable to control myself, I pull her in close, so close that her chest is nearly pressed against mine. Her body has changed since the last time I saw her—grown into curves, with fuller breasts and defined hips. I can’t help but notice the contrast, the stark reminder of what she’s become.
Her sweet scent fills the air, invading my senses. If it weren’t for the anger burning inside me, I might find it enticing, but instead, I force myself to see it as repulsive. Ignoring how her body presses against mine and the urge to breathe her in, I lean in, letting my mouth brush against her ear.
"Your little innocent act might fool others, but not me. Not for a second. I can spot bullshit from a mile away, and you’re practically drenched in it.”
“I’m n-not…” she stammers, her body trembling in my grasp, her breath hitching with fear. Let her be scared, let her cry—anything to make her leave as far away from me as possible.
“This is your last chance. Leave now and go back to wherever you came from... I’ll let you go, just this once,” I say, my tongue sliding over my lips as I pull away slightly. My gaze drops to her slender neck, where her pulse beats rapidly, betraying her fear. A dark smile stretches across my face.
“No,” she says, shaking her head vehemently. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ve just enrolled here and…”
“Suit yourself,” I responded coldly, stepping closer. My gaze, filled with a mix of hatred and dark desire, never wavers from hers.
Taking a step back, she pleads, "Please, tell me what I did wrong. I don’t understand, what did I do…?” she begins, but her excuses fall on deaf ears. I’m not interested in her explanations; they’re nothing but empty lies.
She flinches as I close the distance between us, pressing her back against a tree.
“I gave you your only fuc*ing chance and you refused. Now get on your knees,” I command. Her confusion quickly shifts to fear, and despite the turmoil churning in my gut, I find a twisted satisfaction in this moment.
My blood roars with adrenaline and the darker side of me relishes the control.
“What? No way, this isn’t happening!” she protests, her voice trembling. Her defiance only fuels my anger. Ignoring her protests, I firmly grip her shoulders, pushing her down until she’s on her knees. She gasps in pain, though I haven’t truly hurt her yet.
“Every action has its consequences,” I growl, stepping closer.
“And for the way you’re dressed, the least you can do is show me exactly what kind of slut you are. Either you suck my dick, or I’ll make sure your entire existence here becomes a living hell. I warned you, Snowflake. I warned you, but you didn’t take me seriously.”
My anger fuels a dark desire within me, and I can feel the heat of my arousal.
“One, don’t do this…” she pleads, tears brimming in her eyes. Her desperation reminds me of a time when I needed her desperately when I would have done anything to keep her by my side. Back then, my pleas went unheard. Now, I’m shoving my pants down, a bitter irony in my actions.
I shouldn't want to see her in pain or fear, but I do. It’s twisted, but she’s the one who set this in motion, not me. My body hums with a restless energy, my heart pounding fiercely. Her fear is like a drug to me, and I’m addicted.
Her lips quiver, and I’m so focused on her face and those piercing blue eyes that I don’t see her fist coming until it’s too late. Her small hand lands squarely against my groin, and the breath is knocked out of me. Pain erupts in my stomach as I collapse to my knees. She stumbles away on shaky legs, and I’m left gasping in agony.
“Don’t touch me and don’t ever threaten me again,” she says, her voice steady but filled with defiance.
“You’ve changed, Zion. The person you are now is someone I don’t recognize. The Zion I knew would never have done this. Touch me again, and I’ll make sure it’s a lot worse next time.”
As she began to walk away, I pulled myself together and seized her arm.
"You'll regret ever crossing paths with me," I snarled. "I'll make you wish you were never born. I'll send you crawling back to your mommy, but not before making sure you pay for every single thing you've done. So think!" I say tapping her head
"Leave now, before it's too late
I let her go as if she were a dangerous creature, one that might strike if given the chance again.
The intense urge to make her suffer, to inflict the pain I’ve endured, almost overwhelms me. I turn away and stalk off towards the makeshift bar, heading back to Clark, who’s grinning like he’s just won some prize. My feelings are a jumbled mess—part hatred, part desire.
I snatch my beer from Clark and down it in one long gulp. I need to get away from her, away from that façade of innocence she’s putting on. I can’t stand seeing her act so untouched and pure when I know all too well what lies beneath.
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