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After shuffling through Rook’s clothes, I discovered a text from Saul.
Rook was to meet with him immediately to discuss the Magnolia’s plans for Senator Hartwood, and to bring a list of all assets Rook owned.
I’d responded instead, and convinced Saul that I would give up Rook’s secret, in exchange for leaving Callie alone forever.
And now, I clutched cold metal in my palm, squeezing it tight. I was taking a risk, knew he might crash through my body like a tornado, but I was willing to take that chance.
I didn't care about myself anymore.
Ending this, ending him, was all that mattered to me.
I counted the seconds in my mind, my body stiff and alert, until tires skidded, coming around the corner.
Inhaling a steadying breath, I stepped from the trees and onto the road, my finger clicking the button on the flashlight.
Using it to light my path, I stepped into the road, the streak of silver coming straight towards me.
I held my ground, fear climbing up my throat, my pulse hammering in my throat.
For a second, I didn't think he was going to stop. That he was going to blow right into me.
At the last second, I pointed the light right into the driver’s face.
A squeal of brakes, the screech of tires, the car jerking to the side.
The loud boom was satisfying, a crash echoing through the night.
I let it fill me, a smile creeping across my face, adrenaline pouring through my system.
I could've died.
But I didn't.
And it played out exactly as I had hoped. Fate was on my side tonight, or perhaps it was something else—the force of my righteous indignation.
For vengeance.
For resisting the destiny others plotted for me and deciding that enough was enough--no matter what it took.
Rook was right: it felt good to take control.
Not just to fight against those men.
But to determine their future.
To take from them.
To destroy everything they worked for. To bathe in their pain in blood.
I was righting the wrong of my past, and taking my power back.
Picking up the gas can from where I'd hid it behind the tree, I wondered if he'd done the exact same thing that night.
If I was taking the exact same steps he'd taken.
The smell of gas hit my nose as I unscrewed the top, the slosh of liquid as I poured it over the hood of his shiny expensive car.
The door creaked when I opened it, the hinges damaged from the impact against the tree.
