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"Deal?" asked Sean, grabbing his attention.
"What will I get?"
"A way out. No money."
Xavier breathed, his mouth open as if wanting to argue but sighed. "Who do I have to kill?"
"A certain businessman."
"Namely?"
"Not needed."
"How am I supposed to kill him then?"
"You'll find him in Lunaris tomorrow." It was an abandoned piece of land where no one came except for their tricked victims.
Xavier nodded. This was normal. "Just this last person, and then I won't even waste my time to kill you, you son of a bitch," he said in a calm tone, glared at him for another moment, and walked out. Stewart exited soon after.
Sean smirked at his victory and Xavier's ultimate defeat.
"Why did you let him go, Sean?"
He smiled at Ashley's question. Turning his attention toward the girl who batted her eyes at him, her blonde hair a mess, he said, "Ashley, dear. You know nothing of the things that I plan."
She licked her lips and folded her arms. "But he kills this one person, and then no one will be able to stop him."
Sean bit his lip, looking at the exit, as he shook his head.
"Seriously though," she continued, "who is that special person that none of us have the strength to murder?"
He grinned. "What charm is there for Abbott Beaumont to be slaughtered if it's not by the hands of his daughter's lover?"
Chapter 11
Abbott Beaumont sat on the last step of the staircase in his house, smiling warmly at the photo clutched in his hand. His wife, Rose smiled back at him, wearing a floral red dress, her head placed on his shoulder in the picture. It had been their second wedding anniversary.
He remembered that day; Rose had expected him to have forgotten all about it, but Abbott had learned from the mess he'd made on their first anniversary.
He'd surprised Rose with a simple gold ring he'd earned after a whole year of extra labor. He wasn't a successful businessman back then, but a worker in the corporate world too small to meet his expenses. He'd worked two shifts for a month to be able to afford the ring.
When rose had seen the gift, her eyes had welled up with tears because she knew how much it would have taken for him to buy that, but Rose's gift beat his.
Abbott smiled at the memory.
His wife had gifted him with wonderful news, and half a year later a baby girl had come into their lives.
Giselle sat beside him and placed her cheek on his shoulder, bringing him back to the present. Abbott wrapped his right arm around his daughter. He kissed her on the top of her head, wishing to protect her from every kind of sadness, wishing to provide her with everything she desired.
Both stared at the picture. Abbott didn't know what went on in his daughter's mind, but for once, he pushed Rose out of his head and thought about Giselle. Ever since her mother died, she'd changed. It had taken Giselle months to get out of the darkness after the loss, and he wished that upon no one.
He wondered what it would be like for her to live if he was no more. Who would care for her? Who would look after her?
Chris. He was the only one Abbott could think of—the only one who genuinely cared about his daughter after him.
Abbott looked at her from the corner of his eye. Every once in a while he considered telling her about his choice, to let her know about Chris's feelings toward her.
Of course, he knew! He knew that Chris wanted to be more than a friend to Giselle. It was the way he looked at her that reminded him of what Rose meant to Abbott. Maybe, they even were involved. He didn't know. All he knew was that she had to know what Abbott thought of that.
