months I spent planning my revenge.
It was a lifetime in the making really. They left me no choice.
My jealousy was born of another’s actions. I didn’t know this in the beginning. No. I learned of the truth surrounding my existence many years later. My beginning could have been... no... it should have been different. The life I was meant to have was stolen from me. My brother was given everything and I was given nothing.
From the bushes lining the house, I sat in the shadows, oh so still and silent, as the two burly bastards watching over my brother’s young attorney piled into a fancy SUV. I had wanted to kill my brother myself in the beginning, but fate had intervened instead, sending his sorry ass to prison for the murder of his wife. A murder that I had committed. Funny how things work out differently than you expected sometimes.
I could still feel the warmth of Astra’s blood on my skin even now, as I squatted in the dirt, the metallic scent embracing me as I stabbed and sliced my way through her thin little body, the taste of her blood on my lips as the knife arced through the air, hitting home over and over again.
Her last breath whispered across my face as I leaned over her body, glaring into her eyes, watching the flicker of life recede. Before she slipped away to wherever one goes when they die, I spoke to her. I told her why she had to die. I wanted her to know that I wasn’t her husband. But she already knew that. She sensed it almost immediately. Maybe it was the soft gentle touch or the way I’d kissed her passionately. Neither were something my brother would have done. I told her he was the reason she had to die, but before I could tell her more, her light burnt out. I had gotten carried away and damaged her too much too quickly.
I hadn’t expected Sebastian to keep fighting for his freedom. That had been a surprise. No, I imagined he would lay down and keel over like a wounded puppy. I lingered around after the trial, watching his attorney – the portly Mr. Jackson – pull together a team of professionals.
It was then I began to worry. My night with Astra hadn’t went as planned. Not exactly. She had fought for her life with a vigor that was unexpected from a woman like her. I had dropped my knife while wrestling with her, cutting my hand on my own blade. It was an amateur move which sickened me even now. I had thought the medical professionals would have caught the difference in our blood before the trial, but luckily they had not. Lucky for me anyway.
Now I wasn’t so sure it would remain that way. It wasn’t until Davis had brought in Meg Charleston, a young brilliant lab technician, that I began to worry. That worry had sky-rocketed when Haven brought the little cunt with her to see Sebastian. The cooler she carried with her told me I was right to be concerned. They were on to the truth. It wouldn’t be long before they found out about me. Too close for my comfort. I had no choice but to erase her from the equation, but not until I knew what Davis and his team were up to.
So that was why I was stuck in the prickly hedges lining this damned house, waiting for the burly bodyguards to drive away. I needed time alone with Meg. Time to find out what they knew… and kill her if she refused me. Haven and the goons drove away, their taillights fading away into the darkness. Quickly and oh so quietly, I entered the code and slid inside the house.
The sound of Meg humming a soft tune cut through the silence of the house, bathing it in a temporary beauty that almost made me hesitate. My back pressed against the wall, sweat beading my brow as I watched her slip her clothes off and step into the warm embrace of the shower. Pillows of steam bubbled out the crack in the door calling to me with its curled tendrils, urging me to enter the small confined space.
Easing the door open and stepping inside, the weight of the steam caressed my body, weighing me down, slowing my movements, and then I saw
It was a lifetime in the making really. They left me no choice.
My jealousy was born of another’s actions. I didn’t know this in the beginning. No. I learned of the truth surrounding my existence many years later. My beginning could have been... no... it should have been different. The life I was meant to have was stolen from me. My brother was given everything and I was given nothing.
From the bushes lining the house, I sat in the shadows, oh so still and silent, as the two burly bastards watching over my brother’s young attorney piled into a fancy SUV. I had wanted to kill my brother myself in the beginning, but fate had intervened instead, sending his sorry ass to prison for the murder of his wife. A murder that I had committed. Funny how things work out differently than you expected sometimes.
I could still feel the warmth of Astra’s blood on my skin even now, as I squatted in the dirt, the metallic scent embracing me as I stabbed and sliced my way through her thin little body, the taste of her blood on my lips as the knife arced through the air, hitting home over and over again.
Her last breath whispered across my face as I leaned over her body, glaring into her eyes, watching the flicker of life recede. Before she slipped away to wherever one goes when they die, I spoke to her. I told her why she had to die. I wanted her to know that I wasn’t her husband. But she already knew that. She sensed it almost immediately. Maybe it was the soft gentle touch or the way I’d kissed her passionately. Neither were something my brother would have done. I told her he was the reason she had to die, but before I could tell her more, her light burnt out. I had gotten carried away and damaged her too much too quickly.
I hadn’t expected Sebastian to keep fighting for his freedom. That had been a surprise. No, I imagined he would lay down and keel over like a wounded puppy. I lingered around after the trial, watching his attorney – the portly Mr. Jackson – pull together a team of professionals.
It was then I began to worry. My night with Astra hadn’t went as planned. Not exactly. She had fought for her life with a vigor that was unexpected from a woman like her. I had dropped my knife while wrestling with her, cutting my hand on my own blade. It was an amateur move which sickened me even now. I had thought the medical professionals would have caught the difference in our blood before the trial, but luckily they had not. Lucky for me anyway.
Now I wasn’t so sure it would remain that way. It wasn’t until Davis had brought in Meg Charleston, a young brilliant lab technician, that I began to worry. That worry had sky-rocketed when Haven brought the little cunt with her to see Sebastian. The cooler she carried with her told me I was right to be concerned. They were on to the truth. It wouldn’t be long before they found out about me. Too close for my comfort. I had no choice but to erase her from the equation, but not until I knew what Davis and his team were up to.
So that was why I was stuck in the prickly hedges lining this damned house, waiting for the burly bodyguards to drive away. I needed time alone with Meg. Time to find out what they knew… and kill her if she refused me. Haven and the goons drove away, their taillights fading away into the darkness. Quickly and oh so quietly, I entered the code and slid inside the house.
The sound of Meg humming a soft tune cut through the silence of the house, bathing it in a temporary beauty that almost made me hesitate. My back pressed against the wall, sweat beading my brow as I watched her slip her clothes off and step into the warm embrace of the shower. Pillows of steam bubbled out the crack in the door calling to me with its curled tendrils, urging me to enter the small confined space.
Easing the door open and stepping inside, the weight of the steam caressed my body, weighing me down, slowing my movements, and then I saw
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