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So that’s why we’re here. Chow is Alek’s supplier, and he double-crossed him by selling product to Alek’s rival. How can you be the number one drug lord when someone else sells the same product and for half the price to greedy consumers?
“I will kill him!” Chow screams, creeping closer and closer to us. The entire time, Hans’s eyes are locked with Sara, who is muting her sobs behind her hand. But their ruse is up. It’s clear to anyone watching that what they share is a lot deeper than simply the mutual respect of two colleagues.
Saint tries to get a clear shot, but Chow isn’t stupid. He knows this will end in bloodshed. And what Alek says next kickstarts the shitstorm.
“He means nothing to me.”
“I’m not playing!” Chow is a desperate man, but his seconds are numbered. He never should have come here.
“Good. Neither am I.”
“You’re going to regret this.” But it’s too late for Chow.
It happens in the blink of an eye.
Sara’s blood-curdling scream echoes the exact moment a single gunshot rings out around the club. The remaining patrons flee or duck for cover while I simply stare wide-eyed and unbelieving at the sight before me.
Hans drops to the floor with a sickening thud, and a small part of me hopes he’s okay. But as Sara continues howling, covered in her lover’s splattered brains, I know that the blood and gore hint that none of us will be okay ever again.
Gunshots echo loudly around us. Neither Alek nor I move yet for entirely different reasons. Alek gets off on the violence, but I am frozen in utter shock as I watch Saint shoot Chow dead without breaking a sweat.
Adam and his men dive behind the booth, not interested in being involved in a war that isn’t theirs. My feet are rooted to the floor, and no matter how badly I wish I could black out the horrors unfolding, I can’t. I watch as Saint charges forward and shoots Chow in the head again, ensuring he’s dead. He has taken this man’s life and has done so without remorse.
I’ve allowed this coldblooded killer into my world, knowing full well what he is. But actually seeing it, seeing him covered in blood and brains…is something else. Those hands have touched me in ways no other man has. They’ve given me pleasure. But now, they only deliver pain.
Alek finishes his drink, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He peers over the edge of the booth where Adam is hiding. The red stage lights catch the disco ball, showering Alek in a sheen of crimson and making him look monstrous. “Let this be a lesson to you, Adam…don’t fuck with me.”
Adam’s head bobbles nervously because this was a lesson learned for us all.
Sara slumps to her knees, sobbing into her palms. The sight breaks my heart because she has just lost a small comfort in this bleak, cruel world. However, when Alek looks at her, unmoved and unsurprised by her emotion, I know why she’s here. Why he insisted Hans was to man the door.
This is what happens when you try to go behind Alek’s back. People die.
This washerlesson. Alek knew she and Hans were a thing, and to punish her for her betrayal, he killed her lover in front of her. Is this a warning to us all?
“Clean this up,” Alek orders Saint coldly, gripping my bicep and lifting me to my feet.
My legs are like Jell-O, causing me to stagger, but Alek isn’t playing. He drags me along, leaving Sara on her knees as she grieves for Hans. Saint spins around quickly, his eyes a cesspool of rage. When they focus on me, they soon realize what he’s done, what I’ve witnessed him do, and they fill with sheer shame.
A look alone can express so much, and right now, Saint wants me gone. And truthfully, I want to go. I can’t unsee what I’ve just witnessed as it has changed the way I look at him forever. He told me he has a darkness within, and right now, covered in blood and other matter, I can see that he does.
He may have been forced into this world, but to kill so efficiently, I wonder was that darkness there all along? Did meeting Alek only feed the beast? If, and that’s a big if, we get out of this alive, how can Saint return to being “normal” after everything he’s seen and done?
How can I because, at this moment, no matter what he’s done…I don’t care, and for that, I’m ashamed of myself. The line between right and wrong blurs because whenever Saint is involved, I always manage to find an excuse.
But what plausible excuse is there for taking another man’s life?
I clutch the cross at my neck, an action which doesn’t go unnoticed as Saint averts his gaze. Alek sighs in victory, revealing why I’m here, revealing whatmylesson was. He wanted me to see Saint for what he really is. But more importantly, he wanted me to see whatIam.
A woman…in love with a killer.
My heart shatters in two because I was denying it all along, but I am. I’m in love with Saint. It may not be the conventional hearts and flowers kind of love, but what I feel for him is my own kind of love, a love that’s unique like a fingerprint.
The connection between us has always been present, but instead of it fading when I see him for who he really is, it’s only grown…grown into this.
Alek doesn’t allow me to speak to him, not that I’d know what to say. And it seems he feels the same way. We’ve both stripped back the layers, and now, it’s time to see what comes next.
I step over Hans’s and Chow’s lifeless bodies, their blood staining the soles of my boots red. I say a prayer for them both, hoping wherever they go, it’ll be better than here. We walk out the door and see the security guards slumped by the doorway. Chow made sure he took down as many as he could with him.
