arriage could be

allenge I need, the war I love, and the hate I seek. It has not been longer than forty eight hour

ly my bet

ter answers her call and swallows her whole each time. This

anting them like a mantra and that tells me a lot about her. It tells me she has been through something,

o coul

have hur

w much of a good relationship they port

e. When I instructed her to be home in six hours, I expected her to adhere to an instruction a

at I took her there and gav

lla's petite body out. I chuckle at the sight of her and I'm dying to

get home by?" I question, making sur

re unstable from h

did stay

" Bella's hands are trembling an

n't want you dead, do we?" I mutter through my chuckle and she gulps. Her eyes scanning

e reaction

d like it to and the fact catches me off gu

e appa

hat was done to

. I want her to be on her knees begging that I don't bury her alive but she's not doing any of t

u

his woman if she conti

h and she obeys. I close the coffin and my ear

mper like a f

plan to leave her beneath the earth, fingers c

aking her stay beneath the ground five hour

I'll not relent until I figure it out. An

Dean. When I call them brothers, I mean it. These are men I'd give my

themselves get tortured for my sake; we're bound by

-well when they're not dealing with their victims-which expla

riage and women anyway? When a

I get into a physical fight with Dean, making sure to burst his lips as many times as possible

ining about that bitch and get your ass over to the study,

y br

le

hortly," I snicker as I

me chosen

ything in

I bot

tic. I've been anxiously checking the time since this meeting

uckin

ow my wife

k over to her grave and listen carefully in my desperation to hear a whimper

ible situation but I can't. How can I when I plan on putti

t walking back and forth like a confused teenager it'

she's staying in there unti

want

o

l side is more grounded t

ng fi

w it is time to go get m

nk

m walking at full speed to the garden where she is buried and once I'm there, I don't waste a s

lace it by the side. My heart pounds hard against my rib cage when I don't hear any s

e do that w

u

closed. She's breathing and I silently thank my goodness when I note

are slammed shut and she's mumbli

out of her mi

eas

on

't remember. . .Don't do

ze she's having a nightmare. My heart softens and I squat over h

es; it's never funny, not being able to sleep peacefully

yes are still closed. "Why are you touching me?" S

contact lenses off. "I'll carry you inside if you're too tired," my l

acting like you give a shit!" She yells

fucking

I'm being

s yelling at me has my blood boiling in rage. But enough punishment for now, we should wait

rriage every step of the wa