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“Stop, stop! Jesus, FUCK! I don’t fuckin’ know anything you fuckin’ psycho.” Tears stream down his cheeks, and his eyes are wide with terror.
“WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?” I shout in his face, and he blinks back tears.
“I don’t fucking know,” his voice shakes.
I almost have him, I know it. He’s going to talk, and when he does, I’ll finally be one step closer to bringing down the Demonis de Hielo cartel.
“Who was involved?” I ask as I allow the tip of my blade to nick into the soft flesh of his throat. Beads of deep red blood dribble from the wound.
“I don’t know.”
“Who was involved?” I repeat. This time, I drag my blade down his chest, slicing through the thin fabric of his shirt, making sure to dig the blade into his tattooed chest on its way down.
“Fuck you!” he shouts before he spits in my face.
Fury like nothing else boils inside me as though my veins are on fire, and before I know it, I’m standing in front of Lorenzo Garcia, my hands wrapped tight around his throat as I deprive his lungs of oxygen. His face turns red, then a mottled shade of purple. Eyes bulging, he attempts to break free of my hold by shaking his head and rocking back and forth on the chair.
“TELL ME!” I scream the words into his face.
Memories plague my mind.
“Why don’t I know what makes me happy?”
I shake my head and try to rid myself of the images, but they’re relentless.
“Please can I get them, Zain? Purple’s my most favorite color in the world.”
“STOP!” I blink as I feel something wet trickle down my cheeks. My fists clench, grip tightening as I’m assaulted by Sara’s voice, her smile, her happiness and her laughter.
Sara spins in a circle, her ratty purple sneakers squeak on the linoleum. “One day I’m going to be a princess in a giant castle.”
“Happy Birthday, Zain!” Sara hands me a small present wrapped in brown paper. When I open the tiny matchbox, a folded piece of paper sits inside. I pull it out and read her messy scrawl out loud. “To the best big brother in the whole wide world. I love you, Zainy-boo.”
“Zain, no.” Sara’s voice stills my racing thoughts and stops the memories instantly. “What have you done?” I blink, then raise my head to find my sister staring at me. Her hands are pressed to her lips. When she turns her head and says, “Please…stop him.” I follow her gaze to find her attention locked onto Azrael.
Focused only on Sara, he shakes his head before that focus turns to me. “I see you’ve made your decision,” he says. “I did not anticipate this.”
Ignoring Sara and the Angel of Death, I clench my fists, realizing there’s something in my hands. I drop my head to look down.Fuckfuckfuck!Releasing my grip, I step back, startled. Lorenzo Garcia’s head drops forward before his body slumps slightly to the left.
Fuckfuckfuck.Staring at Garcia’s chest, I notice the thick gold chain that hangs around his neck. Hanging on the chain, a pendant in the shape of a devil’s head with a small, jagged blue crystal that resembles a shard of ice. I reach out, yank on the necklace, and pocket it before mentally slapping myself.
Get it together, D. You know the drill, get this shit clean before the blood seeps in.Five hours later, after being sure to slit his lungs to release the oxygen, Lorenzo Garcia is sinking to the bottom of the lake and the cabin has been bleached from top to bottom. In a steel drum, my clothes, along with any other evidence, is currently burning, tendrils of smoke spiraling into the starry, nighttime sky.
I sit on a log, and by the light of the fire, I write out a message to go with the necklace.
Your Demon waits no more.
I tuck the note into a thick manila envelope, drop the necklace in, and seal it.
Chapter 5
Isadora
The warmth I was enveloped in moments ago is torn away and I’m dragged out of bed by my arm before being thrown onto the floor. Blinking away the sleep in my eyes, I squint against the harsh light as my bedroom is bathed in light.
My arm is yanked up again and I’m dragged to my feet by Juan who nods toward my walk-in closet. “Get dressed, you have work to do.”
“What?” I ask, still shaking off my sleep, but when Juan slaps my face, I instantly drop my head and obey his command.Stupid, stupid, stupid. You know better than to question him, Isa.
