[SICARIO]
[Fifty-six months ago]
"She's still alive?" Jer asked when he dragged Eniola and felt her hand holding his leg. It was a grip so tight even as her claws came out and punctured Jer's ankle. It was something that would take a while to heal and Jer despite that.
Then again, was that the least of his worries, or was he just in deep shit on his own this time?
"Of course. She is going to be like that," Razia chuckled darkly. It was almost like she had practiced for this more times than possible.
Razia Greyson was a cold-blooded killer and clearly, her best friend wasn't the first one she was taking out like this. Her world seemed to be darker than most would have perceived — a truth that she was slowly waking up to.
There was no telling what was happening in the woman's head but one thing was certain. The woman needed to be locked up somewhere away from everyone.
"What? How can you be comfortable with this?" Jer asked, clearly not liking the way things were. It was like he was suddenly growing a conscience and while that would be admirable; to Razia, that was a setback.
"Careful there, little wolf. You might be in her place. The choice is yours. And you're bleeding too, you might want to take care of your wounds and not yap about things that you can't control," Razia warned.
Jer wasn't sure if there was a line between sanity and insanity anymore, but he knew he had to keep his end of the bargain. He had signed up for the course of devils and now, he was in the practical phase.
Perhaps when the winds change their direction, he would find an easy way out, right? Maybe it would make his life a little bit easier and stop the mess that was in form exploding back right? Oh, how he wished for the impossible.
"Jeez, fine. What do we do now? She refuses to die and it's almost time for Awuor to show up and meet with her. You do realize Awuor will burn us alive if she finds us here, right?" Jer asked even though it was more of a statement.
The woman he was mated to had the cruelty worse than the devil himself. She was the woman whose name sent chills down his spine, even though he had seen the word of humanity in his life as a rogue.
"You're falling for her, Jeremiah. That is a bad thing in this business," Razia said before he could open the door. It was almost like a warning that hung in the air. It was the kind that would either prove that Razia was right about all of this or that she was wrong.
No matter what she did, the outcome would always be the same.
If anything, Awuor Sicario was a beautiful girl who was blooming beautifully into a woman. A few more years and she would be the prettiest woman the realm had ever seen.
She was intelligent and strategic.
She was wise and had the powers that could keep Sicario safe.
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She was the ultimate power woman, the girl who only ever submitted to her mate. There was nothing wrong with her and yet even in her submission, she was more dangerous than a ticking bomb.
"What?" Jer asked and Razia stared at him, war blade in her hands as if to ask Jeremiah if there was a need for repetition.
Anyone with eyes could see how much the two were in love, and to the common eyes it was expected because of their mate bond, to Razia, it was a breach of contract on Jeremiah's end.
He was never supposed to fall in love with the woman he was assigned to.
He was never supposed to find her pretty or not to make her happy. They were supposed to have a plain relationship, one that wouldn't matter if it ended, and yet Jeremiah Warner had successfully screwed himself up.
"You love her, for real. You're actually in love with her. And that is pathetic and scary because you're betraying her even now. Or what do you think? That you will confess and she will embrace you?
"That girl is more beast than a woman, Jeremiah. You should already know that by now," Razia warned.