Prompted by: Amanda Siegrist
It shook me.
Because the man who was larger than life, the man who was built like an armored tank, the man who could fight like a Spartan and kill like he ruled the godforsaken underworld…
Had been taken down.
Reduced to nothing.
This asshole had only been brought to his knees once before. And then murdered in cold blood right where he kneeled. It was a horrific sight burned deep into my memory. A permanent vision forever shackled to my subconscious. Eternally trapped in the confines of my mind. Haunting my dreams at night. The moment was stuck on replay each time I closed my eyes.
When he realized what I’d done. When he knew I had deceived him. Betrayed him. Led him to the slaughter. Lured him to certain fucking death.
He had offered me everything. Laid all of himself bare.
I’d taken just a little bit more.
I had sacrificed the man I loved.
The man I still love.
Faced with an impossible choice, I’d made my decision.
And I would never forget it. That anguished look of acceptance in his beautiful eyes. That garbled, inhuman sound drawn violently from his perfect lips…
Tortured every single beat of the heart in my chest. Decimated my fucking soul to the rotten core.
But at least I didn’t have to witness the aftermath.
At least I didn’t have to see him like this.
He was so still.
So damn fucking still.
And my gaze instantly zeroed in on it.
The faded silver scar wrapped around the base of his neck. Sliced methodically across his bronzed flesh. With the precision of a surgeon. The best surgeon in the nation…
“Mrs. De Luca.”
“I told you not to call me that.”
A warm chuckle and then, “Welcome home, Isabel.”
Taking a deep breath, I asked, “How is he?”
“It was touch-and-go for a while…”
I might pass out.
“But he’s stable now.”
Thank you, God.
Taking a seat on the edge of his bed, I swept aside a fallen lock of hair from my husband’s forehead and whispered, “If you ever scare me like this again, I’ll cut off your dick.”
Another chuckle from Doc. “Damn, that’s cold.”
What’s the prompt for next week, guys?
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15 thoughts on “WEEK 33: Damn, that’s cold”
Ahh, I feel so happy inside having gotten my next dose of flash fiction after you made me wait 33 extra minutes!! But now I’m getting all excited about next week’s!! Another totally awesome instalment in your totally awesome story!!
Move an inch and I’ll kill you
Haha, Princess Jane!
You also got to see my weird post with mystery tags and missing read more links 😛 Fantabulous suggestion, as always!!! Thank youuu!
I love it even more now that I got to read the beginning!! Like seriously I LOVE it!! LOVE!!
I don’t even know how much got cut off 😂😂😂
Haha, it started with He was so still, so I missed all that awesome good stuff about her getting him “killed”!!
I’m messing up both websites tonight, eh? LMAO!!!
Haha, Mistress Ann, at least I’m the only person that saw them both!!
ikr?? The other site was even worse…
Hahahaha. I loved the flash, but I also always love the convo between you ladies. *wink*
Don’t tell me that.
Things get pretty interesting after midnight, eh? 😛
Annnnd love the prompt. Love. Thank you!!
Getting intensier in here (is that a word)! So let me think about a prompt:
“An inch to the left, and I would have been a widow.”
*adds “intensier” to Webster’s*
Yes, yes it is 😉 And thank you, Mr Matt!!!
OMgosh I totally keep forgetting about this 🙁 As usual the flash was all kinds of amazing! My prompt is: I’m broke
(LOL! Sorry for the lame and late prompt! It was all i could think of HAHA)
How the heck did I miss this comment??? Good timing for lame since I didn’t see it anyway hahahaha…