Sighing, I stand up and place my hand on his shoulder. “Look. You don’t want to be a part of what I’m going to do. Trust me.”
He narrows his eyes. “How do you know?” A sneaky smile appears on his face. “I love the smell of blood just as much as you do.”
“I know you like to hurt people just as much as I do.” I wink. “But not this type. She’s a girl, probably innocent in the eyes of most people.”
“Except you …” he adds.
“Exactly.”
“Let me help you,” he says. “Don’t put yourself through this alone. I can tell it’s important to you.”
“This is personal, DeLuca. I can’t involve you in this.” I smile. “Besides, this’ll probably be the end of the line for me, and I don’t want you caught in the crossfire.”
His eyes widen. “What?”
I pick up the bag. “You heard me.”
“No, wait, fuck.” He walks after me as I attempt to leave. “Don’t tell me you wanna get caught.”
“I don’t, and I’ll sure as hell try my best not to, but it’s not going to be pretty. I don’t expect to make it out alive.”
“What the fuck …” he mutters. “You’ve got to be fucking with me now, Nix. Tell me you aren’t going to fucking kill yourself.”
“I’m not. But she probably will.”
He makes a face, as if he doesn’t understand. Maybe I should explain it better. “If the cops don’t kill me, she’ll probably end my life personally after the physical, emotional, and torturous hell that I put her through.” A cocky smile appears on my face. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
***
Two days later
It’s a long drive, but I finally made it to L.A. This is where she’s been living for quite some time now; home of the famous, hell for the poor. This city is fakery itself with its huge fancy houses, bought with corrupt money. I spit on this place. I don’t get why she wants to live here. Long ago, she would have laughed at the ridiculousness of it. Now, she’s as much a part of the sick culture she once despised.
She’s stooped low … so low, that I’m going to teach her a lesson she won’t soon forget.
She thought she could get away with putting me in jail. Now I’ll be the one to forge a prison for her. A fucked-up, sinful prison for a fucked-up, sinful girl.
I ditch the car somewhere along the road, grab my bag, and brace myself for what’s coming. I’m going to find her, and I’m going to hurt her so bad that she’ll beg me to kill her.
It’s just past eight, and the sun’s already set; the perfect time to fuck some shit up.
When I reach the fence to her house, there’s only one guard patrolling the area. It’s not a lot of trouble to subdue him. A quick hit on the back of the neck does the trick, and when he hits the asphalt face-first, he’s out cold.
Then I grab his head and twist, breaking his neck.
One less life on this planet.
If he didn’t want to die, he shouldn’t have been guarding her in the first place. Tough luck.
I jump up the fence, clinging to the bars as I lift myself over the edge. Jumping down, I immediately open the fence from the inside and drag the body inside, making sure nobody saw me. I stuff his body in a bush far from the fence so no one will see it. Then I hide in a corner near the house and take the binoculars from my bag. It’s been a long time since I last peeked through her window, but the moment I spot her, I realize that she’s still as beautiful as ever. What a waste to put such a pretty face on such a nasty human being.
Makes me want to cut that smile right off her.
Lucky for her, there’s no smiling going on tonight. It seems she and that new man of hers, Arthur, are fighting. She’s making rude gestures and he’s leaning forward while shouting. She picks up a vase and throws it on the floor, while he is hurling his papers at her. Wow, I might as well sit this one out because I don’t want to miss this show.
No wonder she picked him as her next guy. He’s a carbon copy of his brother, Phillip. Both annoying assholes. It’s so fucking ironic; men serve as