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Paint our gray world with your multicolored life.
She was an artist, and she only spoke in painting metaphors. It was her way of saying that our life depended on our choices, no matter the cards we’d been dealt.
I’m sorry, Mum, but all I can paint when I think of someone else’s hand on Rose is brightfuckingred.
I put my cigarette between my lips, and before he can even think of what he’s going to say next, my hand flies to the side of his head. I grab a handful of his short hair and smash his face against my beautiful, varnished post.
When he screams and cries like the little bitch he is, I smash it again. And again.
And. Again.
Until his eyes roll to the back of his head. Then I let him go and watch him fall to the floor. I squat in front of him and give him a little slap to bring him back.
“Hey, hey,” I say in a fake reassuring voice, my lips moving while still holding the cigarette and making me mumble. “Don’t leave me so quickly.”
He tries to say something but ends up gurgling spit and choking on his words. I inhale on my death stick and take it out of my mouth.
“That’s some bad concussion you’ve got here, mate,” I tell him, blowing smoke on him as I watch the blood pour out of his temple and a purple bump grow on the side of his head.
Tears flow down his face as his body starts convulsing. I press my cigarette bud to his cheek, making him screech in pain. I catch the time on my watch as I do so.
“Shit,” I murmur. “We need to cut this short.”
I stand up and push his shoulder with my foot, rolling him onto his back. He’s too unwell to move. Well, he’s not about to get any better. I lift my leg and crash my foot on his chest. His breath catches the first time. The second time, I feel his ribs crack. The third, they cave in as he coughs up blood. On the fourth hit, he’s dead.
I hear the sound of my front door closing behind me and turn around.
“Someone’s done a bit of exercise,” Lik huffs as his gaze goes from dead Mattock to me. “What’s gotten into you?” He rearranges the cuffs of his forest green suit jacket.
He added green slacks to his outfit and popped open the first few buttons of his shirt to show his multiple necklaces. He found his red Hamsa hand bracelet, which makes his outfit pop and fit with his red loafers. Yeah, Lik is the complete opposite of me. So into his fashion…and I’m so into him.
I bite my bottom lip as I watch his beautiful fingers, decorated with a few golden rings, arrange his navy belt around his narrow hips and tight abs. He’s barely bothered by the dead body at my feet, just making sure to be ready for family dinner.
“Right, I’m ready,” he finally says. “You can call Xi on the way. You know, to get rid of Mister unalive and his car.”
I nod and put an arm around his waist as he walks past me. We walk the few steps down together and to the car.
“You’re hot,” I tell him as I open the door for him.
He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me down slightly to leave a wet kiss on my lips.
“You’re lethal,” he replies. I have to crack my neck and adjust my jeans before sitting down in the driver’s seat of my white Range Rover.
As we drive away, I watch Mattock’s dead body disappear in my rearview mirror. Just like that, my shit list has gone back to zero and my body relaxes.
Except it’s not back to zero.
I shake my head, trying to deny my thoughts. Rose White isn’t on my shit list. She’s on my hit list. I will destroy her.
But just the thought of her being the dead body instead of Mattock. The thought of taking the life out of her…it fuckingbothersme.
17
SAM
I Don’t Mind– FNKHOUSER
I don’t love meeting with Lik’s family, but I love Lik, and he loves them. He’s a social guy. He loves being surrounded by those he loves, and their weekly family dinner is not something I would ever stop him from attending. He wants me there, so I’m there.
