I tried to run out of the house, but he grabbed my waist, throwing me onto the floor. "Ah, fuck." I groaned when my head hit the floor, blurring my vision.

"Please, Derek, you have to understand!"

"You fucking cheated on me!" He roared.

I covered my head with my hand just in case he wanted to stomp on my head. "You cheated on me with the pastor's daughter! Grace!"

"Who do you think you are?!" He screamed at me, taking a chair from the dining table.

"Derek, no," I sobbed. "Please–ah!" I cried out in pain when he threw the wooden chair at me, and he didn't miss.

I tried to get up, but my vision blurred, and my legs gave up on me after being hit by a fifty-pound wooden chair, so I came crashing back down.

Derek picked up the chair again. "You can't escape me; you can't leave me, A'roya!" he yelled as he smashed the chair against my body.

"Please, please, I won't leave," I begged. "I'm sorry." I wept.

Derek shook his head, throwing the chair away. "Look at what you make me do to you, A'roya." I whimpered as he squeezed my bruised body tightly. "It's not enough." My breath hitched; what does he mean it's not enough?!

Derek walked away into the kitchen; when he returned, he was with a knife. "I'm sorry, but I have to do this."

Oh, hell no.

Vincent, please help me! Please, I'm fucking scared. I pleaded in my head, hoping he'd hear me.

"It will only hurt for a little bit A'roya; we're just going to make sure you can't do anything without me."

Derek bent down at my level as I cried, begged, and wept for him to calm down. "Please," I begged. "Where are you?"

He raised the knife and brought it down....but it didn't stab me.

The knife came down alright, but that's only because Derek dropped it.

Vincent came, and he was going to break Derek's neck.

"Vincent, no!" I begged.

But it was as if he couldn't hear me. His eyes were glaring red, veins popped out, his fangs ready to mar Derek.

Vincent was angry, furious even.

I tried to get up, but I fell back down again, crawling over to him now. "Vincent, please, put him down, don't kill him."

I hugged his leg, and he glared at me. "He's a fucking grown-ass man; he doesn't need your help," Vincent growled.

Derek flew back into a wall. "You wanna hit women; then you can hit me. Come on, Derek, don't be a pussy." Vincent smirked evilly.

Derek couldn't even take a step before he was slammed back into the wall.

I couldn't have Vincent kill Derek.

I forced myself up and purposely fell in Vincent's arms. "Vincent, please, take me to your house; I'll move in with you. But don't kill him."

Vincent's jaw clenched. "A'roya–"

"Vincent, please."

He sighed, his eyes turning back to gray. "You're not allowed in this fucking place anymore. I should've done this a fucking long time ago."

"You can't take A'roya anywhere; she's a fucking whore. She'll cheat on you too, you monster!"

Vincent chuckled; he set me down on the chair, grabbing Derek and throwing him up. "You tell anyone this; I'll kill you bitch."

Vincent grabbed Derek's arm, just below his elbow, and.....tore it off.

I gasped, covering my eyes as Derek shrieked in pain. "My arm! My fucking arm!" He rolled around in pain.

"Vincent!"

"Try hitting someone, know bitch." Vincent walked over to me. "Oh, I dare you to go to the police and snitch; I'll do more than tear your damn arm." Vincent threw Derek's arm back at him and picked me up.

"You're safe now, A'roya, I promise."

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I fell asleep after Vincent saved me. I was so can't thankful; I didn't want him to hurt Derek, though; Vincent could risk going to prison, and I still wanted to help Derek, not because of him, but for his mother.

"You slept well, dumbass?"

I smiled softly. "Hello to you too, Vincent."

He scoffed. "Do not hello me, A'roya. A man just tried to amputate you, and you begged me to spare him? Do you not know that whatever you want, I am forced to give based on the that I am fucking obsessed, it's a part of the fucking stupid ass mate shit."

"Vincent, I'm–"

"I don't give a fuck, who you're trying to help. Putting his damn mother above your-fucking-self is beyond me, A'roya. You sound dumb." He yelled. "This man gave you a concussion. He hit you so damn hard in the head, you couldn't even walk straight. You're lucky he didn't use that chair to break your fucking legs."

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

He only glared back at me. "Fuck, your sorry, A'roya. I don't want it." He left, slamming the door.

Fuck, I messed up.

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Vincent has been ignoring me. I couldn't even tell him about our trip to Jamaica in a few weeks. I've tried talking to him, but his excuse is that he's busy. So I decided to make a trip to his office. It's been two days since I last saw Derek, my legs are working properly now, and I called Khassy and Elora to tell them I'm not coming to work this week.

I knew that Vincent was rich, but his office was literally a tower. The building is enormous. I hope he lets me in. I know how tedious trying to meet with a CEO is, but hopefully, the name A'roya would ring a bell.

"Hi, my name is A'roya. I'm here to meet Vincent."

The red-haired lady, who reminded me of Vincent's sister, looked at me with bored eyes. "Yeah? You and all of those ladies claim to be pregnant with him."

I looked at where she pointed to a bunch of women waiting, some of them pregnant. Oh, my god, I thought this only happened in movies.

That's so embarrassing.

"Could you maybe tell him that A'roya is here?"

The lady, Dana, scoffed. "Just like I sit here and tell him, Jessica, Pammy, Camilla, Emma, Ava, Luisa, Sarah, and a bunch I forgot, are waiting for him."

I groaned. "Ok, will this help?" I pulled up a picture I took of Vincent when he was asleep. "I swear to god, I'm not a weirdo. I live with him."

Dana took a look at the picture. "Whatever, I have time." She picks up the phone. "Mr. Trancy? Yes, there's a woman by the name of...."

"A'roya," I reminded.

"A'roya, she's here to see you." Her brows raised. "Well, Ms. A'roya, you might just be the luckiest woman. He said to bring you in."

I smiled. "Yep, so lucky."

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I wiped my sweaty hands, Dana left me to knock on the door myself, and I don't know why but I kind of panicked. Vincent isn't one to get angry with me, so I know I fucked up. His mate bonding is stronger than him. Whatever I want is what he'll do. So, it means he couldn't kill Derek, no matter how much he tried, because I didn't want him to.

I knocked.

"Come in."

I opened the door. His office was very classical, not his style at all. I almost laughed, was he forced to have this office, or did he choose to?

"It's a beautiful office," I whispered.

Vincent's eyes never leave his laptop. "Mhm," he hummed.

I sighed. "It doesn't seem to be your style, though."

"It was my father's office. I just didn't give a fuck enough to change it." His tone was harsh and cold. He didn't even look up at me once.

"Vincent, please talk to me."

"A'roya, if you couldn't see, I'm working."

I sat down in a chair. "Vincent, I'm sorry. I was inconsiderate of your feelings."

He only scoffed. "What are we? Ten? In a guidance counselor's office."

I sighed. "I'm apologizing."

"I told you, I don't want it."

I sniffed, looking at him with almost pleading eyes. "Vincent, I missed you, I missed having you around. I love your cat, but he can't talk to me."

"He also can't deal with your bullshit."

I stared in confusion, tears brimming up in my eyes. "Vinnie, I love you. I don't know what else to tell you, but I don't want you to be mad at me."

"Uh-huh."

I walked up to his desk and closed his laptop, forcing him to look at me. "Vincent."

"A'roya," he glared, getting up.

"Forgive me," I whispered. "Please. We can go to Jamaica together,"

Vincent shook his head. "A'roya–"

I walked behind his desk and hugged his waist. "Please," I stretched out the word. "I love you," I added to seem more convincing.

"Fuck." he whispered to himself. He lifted me up so we were leveled. "You're going to divorce him now, and no more talk about wanting to help him. He's grown. If he can't help himself, then you can't. You are not his mother, and I don't give two fucks about his damn mother."

I nodded my head. "Ok."

"Good, now give me a kiss."

I giggled, pressing my lips against his. I love the way his piercing feels against my mouth. It's so hot.

Or maybe I'm weird.

Whatever, I missed him. He can't do that to me ever again.

"I love you too, A'roya."

I smirked against his lips. "Oh, I know."

"Fuck off."