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Ernest pov

When I return to my room, she is fast asleep. I ought to have moved her to a different room. It would have been the prudent course of action. Her possessions and scent are already starting to overtake mine, and I don't want that to happen. She's changed out of the outfit she was wearing before, and all the lights are on.

She now sleeps in pyjamas that have dogs all over them.

Robin enters, glances at her resting area before turning to face me. His only statement is, "Sean doesn't like her."

That signifies something different to what others may believe it means, but I know what it means.

She is liked by Sean.

I'm familiar with Sean.

It should come as no surprise given Sean's broad interests.

"Dillan is standing at the entrance. Robin gives her a glance. He says, "Should I wake her?" making sure to check with me first.

"No, she wouldn't be useful." He walks out after me.

I don't understand why that dickhead continues coming here. After the first time, you would think he would listen and utilise his wits. He's obviously inebriated when I discover him pacing back and forth on the sidewalk out front.

When Dillan notices me, he halts and says, "You can't have her," holding out his hands in front of him. I want her return.

I have nothing else to say, so I say nothing in response. We have completed the agreement that we made. His comments halt me as I turn to go back inside the home.

"I'll have her." You filth, she's not yours. I am aware of your actions. I am aware of who you are. When she finds out, she will also flee.

I turn to face him again, and his features are etched with sheer lunacy.

I can tell since I'm counting down: it takes three seconds.

Someone to take it out of my trousers.

To hoist it, two people are needed.

The bullet struck his leg three times.

His cries pierce the night sky as he falls like the piece of garbage he is.

"Oh my god!" Standing just behind me at the entrance, a combination of terror and incredulity can be seen on Mirella's face. "You." She tries to advance towards him, but when Dillan yells behind us, I grab her by the hip and pull her back. "How were you able to? Please let me go. Her tight hold is digging her fingers into my arms, and I can feel her sucking blood.

I shake my head at Robin as he moves to help. Before I move her, I put the pistol in my back pocket and hold her in both hands. "Calm down, please."

The Mirella's face flushes deep crimson, but she stops talking and fixes her gaze on me, her eyes wide as they meet, her fire boiling there.

"You told me to be calm after you shot my husband?"

"To make it even, would you like me to shoot you too?"

She tenses up, but I release her. She stumbles and almost falls, but stops herself.

"Go back inside now."

After giving her spouse a quick look, she kneels in front of him and touches his face before I can stop her. Before she even opens her lips to speak, he stops sobbing the moment she touches him. "You're an idiot. This was done by you. Recall that. She moves away from him and gets up, walking away from him to bleed while seeming unaffected. I can't stop feeling angry because his blood is seeping into my concrete. This useless piece of sh*t is such a mess.

He calls out for her, "Mirella."

She does not, however, pay him any attention.

She gives me an intimidating look as she gets to me, then turns around and leaves the room as if she were the owner.

"She's going to be a lot of fun," Robin grinned.

I warn Dillan, "Leave now, because the next bullet will enter your fucking skull," and then I walk back inside without waiting to see whether he follows instructions.

He would hustle if he was smart.

s cause me to halt abruptly. She's waiting for me in the dark, cuddled up on the sofa with her legs tucked under her ass. When I turn on the light, she remains still. She doesn't appear to care that her pyjamas have blood on the bottom of them. She approaches me directly and rises when I don't respond. "Fuck you as well. You're simply another jerk who believes he can dominate me. I'm just going to be here for a week before I fuck off. She sighs. "P.S. Please give me my damn phone. I have job to do.

I lash out at her with my fangs, and she recoils. After that, I grinned sloppily and sauntered to the bathroom to take a shower.

Nobody asks me to do anything.

regardless of the individual.