I watch his eyes roll back into his head before he slowly slides down the wall. I can’t help but giggle at the hand which is still speared to the wall behind him. Reaching over, I pull it out, letting the hand fall to the ground beside him.
Leaning over, I smirk at his limp body before I thrust the blade into his abdomen.
“All you had to do was stay away from her.” Thrusting the blade into him again. “And you know…” I trail hearing him grumble, as if he’s attempting to answer me. “You’ve had it out for me. You tried to take me down years ago and when you couldn’t do it, it hurt your fucking feelings. So what else could you do? You watched, you saw how we were, and you figured the only way you could get me was to take her. Thinking you could make her fall in love with you. That she’d tell you all these terrible things I had done and take me out that way.” He gasps as I thrust, but I’ve lost count of how many. Looking at one another, a smirk spreads on his lips, proud of his idea. His smile widens, and I can see the blood smearing his teeth already. “Only you underestimated her. She didn’t give you anything. Her loyalty was always to me. Even when she was pregnant with your kid. That made you more furious. And you knew if she kept the baby that I’d end up raising your son, didn’t you? So you made sure she miscarried.” His face falls. “You’re fucking transparent. You think you’re fucking clever, but I had you figured out a long time ago.”
Thrusting the knife several more times, making sure that he’s going to be dead when they get in here in the morning. Stepping back, I wait, watching the blood seep from his wounds, still smirking to myself.
Gathering my thoughts, I turn towards the door again, stepping out of it, and pulling it closed behind me. I move down the hallway and the turn towards the right.
I feel as if someone’s watching me and I stop, glancing around me, but feeling nothing before I continue out the door and jog back over to the SUV. Slipping inside, and we’re out of the parking lot before the cameras reboot.
Zeke and I don’t speak the entire way home. We don’t have to. We’ve turned a page since he’s first gotten back and he was serious. He’s in.
It’s dark when we make it back to the house. We’ve decided at least for now to both live in here together. We’ve only tried to kill each other a handful of times, since, but nothing more than brothers do. He’s been going to meetings for his anger, which is good, and I think he’s finally forgiven himself for all the shit with our parents.
I step into the bedroom and I sigh as I look at Tatum lying in our bed; the moonlight reflecting off her. I may not be close to figuring out who murdered my parents yet, but I know they would consider all of this to be more important.
Moving over to her, I gently kiss her forehead as she grumbles something in her sleep, rolling over, just barely awake.
“I’ll be in soon. I just have to shower and take care of a couple of things.”
“Okay.” she mumbles out, still not really awake. I will never get over how adorable I find her doing that. I open the bathroom door, flipping on the light as I hear a gasp this time. “Zane?” She calls out to me, causing me to spin around and look at her. “I love you. Hurry to bed.”
I smile back at her, walking back across the room until I lean over the top of her, resting my hand on the sheet next to her body and kissing her lips. “I love you, too.”
Then moving back over to the shower and stepping in.
?
Sitting in the garage, I sip the beer that I have just pulled out of the fridge when I hear the door open again. Glancing up, I see my brother nodding at me as he opens his own bottle. We say nothing still as he walks over, leaning against the car and looking at the bike just as I am.
“Memento mori.” He whispers.
“Yeah.” I nod again.
“Does it scare you?”
“Does what scare me?”
“Being happy?”
“The being happy with her, no. But the calm… that scares me, I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
“Need a reminder for tomorrow?” he asks me, making me laugh.
“No-fucking-way.”
The next morning
Zeke, Axe, and I all walk into the building as I look around. “This isn’t anything I ever thought I would be doing.” I whisper, shaking my head as Blair comes walking over and I reach into her, hugging her.
I hear my sister’s squeal, as she says something about not believing that this is all happening before she’s hugging me as well.
She looks at me as if she wants to say something, but she stops herself as we hear Tatum walking up behind her. “Zane?”
“Yes, Psycho?”
“I just got a phone call…” she trails off.
