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Seer runs a hand down his face with a tired sigh. “You’re not very far away from the truth, my friend,” Seer says with another sigh.
“What do you mean?” I ask with a slightly confused frown.
“I had a vision, Pocus.”
I sit up slowly in my chair. More than his words, the severity with which he uttered them makes my stomach knot up in suspicion.
“When?” I ask quietly. Sometimes, time is a crucial factor in Seer’s visions – it could very well be a race against time.
“A couple of nights ago,” Seer replies with a small shrug. “It was so intense. I’ve never wished to avoid a vision as much as one like this, but Pocus… My visions are not always set in stone. The future is ever changing. But seeing Anderson here today…I can’t seem to think of a way out.”
“Can you stop ranting to yourself and speak plainly?” I ask irritated. “What was the vision all about?”
“Who?” Seer says, and I shake my head in confusion. “The vision is about Evanesce…she can never return, Pocus. Not until Anderson is out of the picture.”
“Tell me what the fuck you saw, dammit!” I snap, fighting the urge to grab him by the neck and make him spit the vision out already.
Seer sees the look on my face and swallows hard. “He…he had her tied to a bed,” he starts, shaking his head as if to remember the details completely. “It was a small room, almost bare of any furniture except the bed she laid on and a wooden chair. She was naked…He beat her and tore at her skin with a knife.”
“What?” I croak in a strangled voice.
“I think he was trying to use her to control the MC…to control you. She tried to fight him, but he broke her into the smallest pieces. She screamed and cried, but there was no one to help.”
Seer wipes at the tears rolling down his cheek with the back of his palm and shakes his head at me. “I was bawling when I came out of it, mon ami. These tears you see…they are nothing compared to her anguish.”
I stand abruptly and ram my fist into the wall behind me. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I hit the wall over and over again, wishing it was that bastard’s face. Blood trickles from my knuckles and splatters on the wall, but I don’t stop.
“Stop, Pocus!” Seer hollers, pulling me away from the wall.
I spin around to face him with the full force of my rage, but Seer quickly holds his hands up to signal he’s defenseless. “Easy, Pocus…,” he says slowly, holding out one hand in front of him like one would do to a worked-up beast. My hands are fisted tightly by my sides, and I’m breathing too hard…too fast. I close my eyes and try to regulate my breathing, struggling not to lose control to the gnawing anger in my chest.
Think about what brings you peace.
I hear my dead therapist’s calming voice in my head, and I focus on the only picture in my head;Abigail.She’s laughing, her gorgeous hazel eyes twinkling with mirth…and something else. Acceptance? Lust? Attraction? Whatever it is…it calms the rage that’s begun to override my senses. I open my eyes slowly, hanging on to the semblance of calm that accompanied the thought of her.
“There,” Seer says, letting out a small breath of relief. “Maybe we can change the narrative,” Seer continues hopefully, searching my face with a wary expression. “We just need to come up with a lasting solution before the agreed time.”
“Oh, I have a solution, alright,” I reply with a deadly calm. “I’ll just kill him.”
“That would make you a murderer,” Seer says.
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” I reply with a scoff. I’d gladly soil my hands with the blood of my enemies if that’s what it takes to protect the ones that matter to me.
“It’s different this time, Pocus,” Seer says firmly. “Anderson has strong backing. We can’t mess with him without a solid plan.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck!” I snap angrily, letting go of the flimsy composure I’d attained earlier. “Don’t you see it? That bastard is trying to mess with my people. I’ll fucking end him, Seer. I’ll put a fucking bullet in his skull, and that will be it.”
“You need to focus, Prez, dammit!” Seer says, placing a hand over my shoulder. His grip tightens, and he stares into my eyes with an earnest expression. “This is what the bastard wants, can’t you see? He wants you to be too riled up to think straight. But Pocus…this isn’t about you alone. It’s about the Ruthless Kings…Evanesce…and yes, Abigail. Death is an easy escape from the disgusting things he’s done. He should pay for his sins in the most painful way possible. What do you say?”
“Right,” I reply with a determined nod. “Anderson will regret ever messing with the Ruthless Kings. I’ll make sure of that.”
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Pocus
“We can’t allow Anderson to walk all over us,” Blight hollers from his seat, his palms fisted angrily on his thighs. “I say we kill the bastard!”
“Blight is right, Prez,” Bones agrees firmly. “I’ll be in and out of his place in seconds, and the bastard will be all over the morning news tomorrow. Dead.”
