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I’ve gotten closer than anyone else who could be looking for her just for finding out she could be living here in Wilmington.
My list has been narrowed to three potential women who could be the woman I’m looking for.
Gwen St. James is one of them.
With the plan of destruction I have in mind, the parts of me that are still human hope for her sake that she’s nothing to do with them.
She represents life and living and I am still death.
Like Hades in his Underworld, my darkness would steal the light and life from her world.
ChapterTwo
Gwen
The bank turned me down.
God… what the hell am I going to do?
Seriously, what am I really going to do?
I set my trembling hands down on the bar counter and reach for the glass of vodka tonic Duke just made me. This is my second one.I think.
The haze covering my mind is screwing with my awareness.
After I take a swig, the hot flush that flows from the top of my head to the soles of my feet suggests this is more like my third or fourth drink—here.
I’d already had a few too many before I walked through the large cedar doors of Duke’s Bar and took my seat to join the host of patrons who practically live here.
Duke, the said owner, is serving a young couple who look like tourists, but when I glance at him, he gives me the same sympathetic smile most of the residents have been offering me over the last few days.
They think I’m grieving.
Last week, Gage, my ex-boyfriend, who I hadn’t seen or spoken to in close to a year, washed up on the beach with bullet holes covering every inch of his body.
It was truly horrific and the biggest scandal to hit Wrightsville Beach for years.
Unfortunately for me, the last scandal to turn the town upside down was my mother’s death fifteen years prior.
To this day, there are still hushed whispers of how Mom overdosed on heroin and was found dead in the church confessional with a bible in her hands.
My mother was already talked about because of her renowned fame as an international model turned fashion designer. When she died, the word spread far and wide about her tragic life and death and the eight-year-old fatherless daughter she left behind.
Because Gage and I were seeing each other for over a year, people have automatically assumed his death is another blow to my heart.
But it’s not.
At least not the way they think.
I kept the truth about our breakup close to my heart. I couldn’t bear to be the talk of the town like I had been since Mom’s death and all the other series of unfortunate events that followed.
People don’t know we broke up because I found Gage cheating on me on my birthday with two hookers in the bed we shared. He thought I was going to be away for most of the day visiting my grandmother at the nursing home.
People also don’t know that I had to hire a private investigator to track him down when I found out he stole my entire life savings and my grandmother’s by getting me to invest in some cock and bull business venture he set up.
Worst of all, they don’t know that two days after he was found dead, Conrad Duncan, one of the most dangerous men in North Carolina, with ties to the Italian mob, paid me a visit, letting me know I owed him a hundred thousand dollars with interest.
Me.
