Chapter 39

After telling Soul to keep an eye on Noir, making sure she neither attempts to kill herself nor run, I storm straight to Madame's chamber, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and rage. I draw back the curtain and when I enter, I see she is sitting behind her desk, her initial smile fading as she sees the wrath in my eyes.

She stands, concern lacing her tone. "What is it?"

I pace back and forth, pulling at my hair, fists clenching tightly. "Hell, speak to me," she urges softly.

I turn to face her. "Kyro says Noir is the girl who killed Kai, and he's known she's been with me the entire time."

Her face displays disbelief, her head shaking once. "What?"

I swiftly pull out a chair and sit down, resting my elbows on my shaking thighs. "Her name is Harley, and she killed Haze."

Her hand meets her open mouth, and she takes a slow seat. "It's not possible," she gasps out.

My brows pinch as I look at her. "What?"

"Did you just say, Harley?" I give a small nod, and her eyes gradually close. "Harley is dead, Hell. She died in a car accident with her mother. I don't know what he is saying, but..."

"She fucking isn't. Noir has told me she's Harley, but she claims Kyro had her locked up for all these years, raping her."

Her face pales before she stands slowly, pacing the room until she stops, her eyes searching mine. "Not long before they both ‘died,' Kyro found out that Harley's mom, Hana, was having an affair," she says. "With your father."

My eyes widen, and I stand quickly. "What?" I shout.

"I didn't tell you, Hell, because they were both dead. It wasn't of importance," she tries to explain.

"But she isn't," I bite out. "She's right fucking here, and I am utterly obsessed with her."

Her eyes soften, and she circles the desk until she is standing in front of me. "You know what he is like. He is vile. Please don't hurt her," she shudders out, placing a shaky hand on my arm.

"But she killed him, Ma. I'm order to… She—"

She sighs, dropping her hand. "What I am about to say to you might make you hate me forever, but I'm going to say it anyway."

I draw a deep breath, strolling past her, and take another seat, willing to listen. "He's playing games, Hell. He knew you would fall for her, and strangely, it makes sense," she says, and I watch her every move as she sits behind her desk again.

"Your father and Harley's mother couldn't stay away from one another as well. From what I heard all those years ago anyway. He was besotted by her, and Kyro knew that."

I sit up again, ready to hear more. "There were rumours going around that he caused that crash, and there were whispers that he could have been involved with your father's death as well, but you know how much trash people talk in this world," she waves her hand while taking a swig of her wine, and my brain ticks with unanswered questions.

"You're saying this is a fucking revenge thing?"

She gently places her glass down while thinking, and then she looks at me, giving a nod. "Revenge can do crazy things to a man, Hell, especially a man like Kyro," she states. "As I said, he's playing games and it's now too obvious. He is not only punishing Noir, but he is also attempting to punish you as well, for something that is neither of your faults. He wanted you to fall for Noir the same way his brother fell for his wife. Then he wants you to kill her, ripping her away from you entirely. Think about it."

As I sit there silently, my head lowered, my brain mulls over everything. It makes perfect fucking sense, and my rage mounts, hating this motherfuck more than ever.

"Again, you might hate me for this, Hell." Madame's voice breaks through my thoughts, and I lift my eyes to look at her. "If they did keep her locked up and rape her for years, can you really blame her? There is only so much someone can take before they finally snap."

My jaw tenses, my soul aching as I dip my head again, knowing she's right. The thought that they hurt my Dolly like they did in such a horrific way, breaking her to what she has become, makes me want to kill him so much more than I could ever want to kill her.

When I looked into her tearful eyes as she screamed it at me, I could hear and see there wasn't a fucking lie. It was pure pain and truth that seemed to shatter through me. They hurt her, they hurt her so fucking bad. I know exactly what my uncle is, but I am more outraged that Kai would do it too. I didn't want to believe it, but I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the fucking tree.

A new thought arises in my mind, and I look sharply at Madame. "Does Harley have a sister named Arabella?"

She shakes her head slowly. "No, she was Hana's and her father's only child."

I try to piece it all together internally until she speaks again, her voice gentle but firm. "She came to me the other day, asking for anti-depressants. She said she has been hallucinating and seeing her sister here. Her mental state is so fragile, Hell."

Could Noir be seeing and hearing things and truly believing she has a sister? I guess there is only one way to find the fuck out.

After speaking to Madame for some time, I sat on the carousel for a while, trying to clear my frantic mind and figure out where the fuck I go from here, but no matter which way I looked at it, the answer was always crystal clear and unmistakeable. It all makes sense now. Why she wanted control on Dark Night. How she knew what drug to use to knock me out. All the little slip ups that had no real meaning, but now they do.

As soon as I arrive back at the trailer, I jog upstairs, seeing Soul by his door and I give him a nod before entering my bedroom. I spot her right away, and she pushes herself back against the headboard, knees up, hugging mini dolly.

Her eyes are puffy from all the crying, and she attempts to avoid looking at me. I hate seeing her scared of me like this. I know we play our fucked-up games, but this is an entirely different level of fear I am getting from her, and I don't fucking like it.

Once I've locked the door, I pull off my jacket while staring at her. When my hoodie is off as well, I kneel onto the bed and her red eyes flash to mine. I crawl toward her, and the nearer I get, the more she curls into herself.

When I reach out, I take her leg and tug it without breaking eye contact. She's tense at first, looking at me warily until she lets me extend it. My hand moves down the back of her calf until it reaches her ankle, my gaze following the movement. I examine the scars on her ankle, now understanding why she was so worried and compassionate toward M. She saw something in him that represented what she went through.

"This is from where you were chained?" I ask, still looking at the markings.

"Yes," she finally whispers.

I trace the blemishes with my thumb, my touch gentle, and I feel a surge of protectiveness. I lift my eyes to hers and I creep toward her again until I am taking her waist and dragging her down. She looks panicked and confused as she lays below me, still cradling her dolly.

"Are you going to kill me, Hell?" she asks, her words trembling.

"I have to."

She gives a nod, seemingly accepting her fate with watery eyes until I lower my face to hers, our lips almost touching. "But I'm not going to."

Her brows knit together in confusion. "What?"

I reach up, my fingertips brushing away her blonde hair, wanting to see her clearly. My eyes circle her face before finally locking onto hers.

"I choose you, Noir. I'll always choose you."

She shakes her head, tears welling up, threatening to spill. "How can you say that? After everything I've done?"

I sigh, laying my forehead against hers. "Because you're my Little Dolly, and no one fucking hurts my Dolly but me."

A sniffle crawls up her throat, and I continue, "There is nothing in this life I desire more than you. From the moment you stepped into my chaotic world, you've blown my fucking mind in more ways than one and ignited an obsession within me. There's no fucking way I'm letting you go. You're the only person who's ever filled the hollowness inside me with something… Good."

I pause, letting the words sink in before I continue, "My loyalty to Kyro is non-existent, even more now for doing this to you; I'll fucking kill him. As for Kai, he got exactly what he deserved. I can't change what happened, and I may not have been able to save you back then, but I'll save you now."

She searches my eyes, desperate for reassurance. "But what about the society?"

I lower my eyes, thinking it over. "I need to speak to them," I reply before I lift my gaze again. "Whatever happens, no matter what, I swear no one will ever hurt you like that again. With me, you'll always be fucking safe."

I see the guilt in her gaze, and I shake my head once. "Don't do fucking that. Don't think you've done something wrong. I don't like it."

"But you shouldn't have to go through all of this for me, Hell," she murmurs, tears falling.

I lift my head, taking in her facial features, "Don't ever feel guilt, because I'd let this entire place burn to the fucking ground just to cover you from the flames. You, my pretty girl, are worth every damn burn I would suffer. With me as your shield, you're untouchable."

"Do you mean that?" she asks, bringing her shaky palm to my cheek.

"Every. Damn. Word," I declare through tight teeth.

Her eyes soften as I wipe her tears away with the back of my fingers. "It's time to recover your strength, Dolly. I've seen how fucking tough you can be—don't let him break you now."

She inhales sharply before giving a small nod, defiance in her eyes and I smirk, "That's my girl."

I lower my lips to hers, our connection igniting my dark fucking soul, and as our tongues collide, I growl. I slide my arm around the small of her back, gripping her waist, and when I drop down onto the bed beside her, I swiftly yank her to roll with me.

As she lies on top of me, our kiss remains unbroken, a burning collision of need and hunger. My hands move over the curve of her soft ass, where I grab handfuls, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers. I push her long shirt up her back with one hand, exposing more of her to my touch, as the other wraps around the string of her panties, pulling them upward until they're wedged between her pussylips.

After a while of touching her, feeling her mind and body unwind, I suck on her bottom lip, dragging it back until I release. "The moment you let me touch you was the moment you fucked-up, pretty girl. You're not getting rid of me now." I declare, and she grins, "I had a feeling I wasn't getting rid of you anyway. I had little choice. Fucking stalker."

I growl, slapping my palm down on her ass, "Shut the fuck up and show me how good you suck your stalkers dick."

She smiles before gradually moving down my body. I watch her every move as she pulls me free and when she engulfs me, her warm mouth and tongue sliding down my length, I suck in a sharp breath, relishing the feeling as she clears both our minds.