She Needed My Blood, But I Needed Revenge - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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"Hold still," I murmured, carefully dabbing the damp cloth against Bryant's temple.
He flinched, then cracked a weak grin. "You're loving this, aren't you?"
I shot him a look. "Loving seeing you beat up? Not exactly. But maybe next time you'll think twice before throwing punches."
The TV in the corner blared to life, flashing a breaking news alert. A reporter's voice cut through the room, urgent and breathless.
"Earlier today, a violent altercation broke out between Rocco Martinez and Bryant Jones. Eyewitnesses claim the fight—reportedly over their shared affection for Amanda Smith—quickly escalated—"
"Shared affection?" I muttered, side-eyeing Bryant, who just smirked, completely unrepentant.
"Okay, I shouldn't have done it," he admitted, voice low. "But Gabriel—he was running his mouth about you, Amanda. Disgusting stuff. I wasn't just gonna stand there."
I sighed, sinking onto the bed beside him. "Bryant, it doesn't matter. He lost. And you..." I softened, nudging his shoulder. "You're marrying me. These stupid fights are pointless—he was just baiting you."
His expression melted, calloused fingers weaving through mine. He pressed a kiss to my knuckles, lips warm and lingering. "And I'm never taking that for granted. You're stuck with me forever."
For a heartbeat, we just sat there, the only sounds the hum of the news and rain tapping against the windowpane.
Then his hand slid up to cradle my cheek, thumb brushing my skin. Slowly—
"You're killing me," Bryant grumbled through the phone. "I wanna see the dress too, you know."
"And ruin the big reveal when I walk down the aisle?" I teased, smoothing the satin skirt. "Nice try."
He groaned like I'd stabbed him. "Come on. Just one peek."
"Not happening," I laughed. "You'll survive the suspense like everyone else."
A sudden shout from outside the fitting room cut him off.
I froze, pulse skyrocketing. "Hold on, Bryant," I whispered, grip tightening on the phone.
Then—BOOM.
The explosion rocked the building, walls shuddering as lights flickered wildly. Glass shattered somewhere close, the floor tilting under my feet.
"Amanda?! What the hell was that?!" Bryant's voice turned razor-sharp.
"I don't—" I lunged for the door, jamming the handle. Locked. "Bryant, I'm trapped! I think there's a fire—"
"Get out NOW!"
"I CAN'T!" I screamed, slamming my shoulder against the door. Thick smoke curled under the frame, inky tendrils clawing toward me.
Coughing violently, I fumbled the phone to my ear. "Bryant—the smoke—I can't—"
"I'm coming! Just stay with me, Amanda!"
The phone clattered to the floor as my vision blurred. I yanked at my dress, pressing fabric over my mouth, but it was useless.
"HELP!" My voice was a ragged gasp, fists pounding weakly.
My legs gave out. The world tilted, Bryant's distant shouts the last thing I heard before darkness swallowed me whole.
He flinched, then cracked a weak grin. "You're loving this, aren't you?"
I shot him a look. "Loving seeing you beat up? Not exactly. But maybe next time you'll think twice before throwing punches."
The TV in the corner blared to life, flashing a breaking news alert. A reporter's voice cut through the room, urgent and breathless.
"Earlier today, a violent altercation broke out between Rocco Martinez and Bryant Jones. Eyewitnesses claim the fight—reportedly over their shared affection for Amanda Smith—quickly escalated—"
"Shared affection?" I muttered, side-eyeing Bryant, who just smirked, completely unrepentant.
"Okay, I shouldn't have done it," he admitted, voice low. "But Gabriel—he was running his mouth about you, Amanda. Disgusting stuff. I wasn't just gonna stand there."
I sighed, sinking onto the bed beside him. "Bryant, it doesn't matter. He lost. And you..." I softened, nudging his shoulder. "You're marrying me. These stupid fights are pointless—he was just baiting you."
His expression melted, calloused fingers weaving through mine. He pressed a kiss to my knuckles, lips warm and lingering. "And I'm never taking that for granted. You're stuck with me forever."
For a heartbeat, we just sat there, the only sounds the hum of the news and rain tapping against the windowpane.
Then his hand slid up to cradle my cheek, thumb brushing my skin. Slowly—
"You're killing me," Bryant grumbled through the phone. "I wanna see the dress too, you know."
"And ruin the big reveal when I walk down the aisle?" I teased, smoothing the satin skirt. "Nice try."
He groaned like I'd stabbed him. "Come on. Just one peek."
"Not happening," I laughed. "You'll survive the suspense like everyone else."
A sudden shout from outside the fitting room cut him off.
I froze, pulse skyrocketing. "Hold on, Bryant," I whispered, grip tightening on the phone.
Then—BOOM.
The explosion rocked the building, walls shuddering as lights flickered wildly. Glass shattered somewhere close, the floor tilting under my feet.
"Amanda?! What the hell was that?!" Bryant's voice turned razor-sharp.
"I don't—" I lunged for the door, jamming the handle. Locked. "Bryant, I'm trapped! I think there's a fire—"
"Get out NOW!"
"I CAN'T!" I screamed, slamming my shoulder against the door. Thick smoke curled under the frame, inky tendrils clawing toward me.
Coughing violently, I fumbled the phone to my ear. "Bryant—the smoke—I can't—"
"I'm coming! Just stay with me, Amanda!"
The phone clattered to the floor as my vision blurred. I yanked at my dress, pressing fabric over my mouth, but it was useless.
"HELP!" My voice was a ragged gasp, fists pounding weakly.
My legs gave out. The world tilted, Bryant's distant shouts the last thing I heard before darkness swallowed me whole.
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