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Sienna was glad that her dear husband was the only Remington left. She remembered reading the other day how the act of killing her own husband was called mariticide. It would give her a lot of pleasure to give him the same treatment he bestowed upon his victims, but Sienna knew that she’d be lucky to get a clean shot without the unnecessary deaths of even more innocent people who kept getting caught in their crossfire. The truth was that if she weren’t such a coward, she’d contact Kyle herself and organize a meeting. It was stupid and even if she tried, the Carrington heirs wouldn’t let her. They barely even allowed her to go to the bathroom without their supervision.
With Jensen’s hand in hers and his strong, stable presence beside her, Sienna walked out of the horror house. If only forgetting was as easy as leaving, but it was impossible. The images were imprinted into the deepest part of her consciousness and even when she wouldn’t actively be thinking about what she had seen, the products of Kyle’s actions would always be there. Even the shower wouldn’t be able to wash away the smell, but that wouldn’t stop her from trying. She would use the whole bottle of her most expensive perfume if she needed to. She’d do anything to forget about it if only for a second.
Jensen waved Aiden and Xavier over to the car. Jaxon and Tina were already there. Sienna was glad that no one asked about what they saw inside. The drive back felt longer than ever, and the heavy silence didn’t help with the already uneasy atmosphere.
Today should’ve been a win, but they felt like losers. Kyle should’ve been apprehended, but they didn’t get anywhere close to him. They should’ve recovered the semblance of a normal life, but instead, they only added to the already never-ending repertoire of nightmares.
Sienna leaned her forehead against the cold window and closed her eyes, then immediately opened them. The images were too fresh and powerful to ignore. She focused on the blurry outside world instead, determined to get the bottle with the highest percentage of alcohol the moment they arrived. She needed its help to sleep and judging by the look of the others, they would too.
When she got up in the morning, Sienna knew they would end the night by drinking, but she thought it’d be to celebrate instead. She had no intention of touching the expensive champagne she put in the fridge. It wasn’t strong enough and maybe, just maybe, they’d get to celebrate one day. To her surprise, even after everything she had been through and everything she had seen, she still had hope. A better future must be out there; otherwise, what was the point of living, of trying, of surviving, and of constant fighting?
CHAPTER 17
KYLE
“Fuckingbitch!”Kyleyelled,grabbed the wooden chair, and threw it against the far wall where it broke intohundredpieces.
Jim stood aside, leaning against the door frame and playing with his lighter. He was flicking it on and off, the flame momentarily lighting up the scar on his face. Besides the small smile, which wasbroughon by the fire, he didn’t show any sign of reaction to Kyle’s angertantrums.
“We were so close,” Kyle saidandkept breaking furniture. Since there was no one around that he could torture and kill, he needed to find a different way to work through his anger and dispel the aggression burning a deep hole inside him. “She was within my reach, but they were there. They’re always there. I can’t stand it anymore. I’m done with the waiting. I want my wife. She belongs with me.”
“I thought you wanted her dead,” Jim said, a faint interest appearing on his face.
“I did and I do, but I don’t want her death to be quick anymore,” Kyle replied, his lips curling up in a slow and eerie smile. “There’s so much I want to share with her first. In these last few weeks, I’ve learned a lot and I want to show her just how much I care about her.”
Jim chuckled, the sound low and sinister. He was just as dead inside as Kyle was. They were a perfect duo withcompletelack of morals. Where normal people hadconscience, they only had a black void resembling the dark hole of the universe that kept on swallowing more and more, until there was nothing left. If Kyle ever had a chance of being a good guy or a semi-decent one, it was completely gone now. He was rotten to the core. The hate and desire for vengeance devoured the last bits of his humanity that were left.
“I’m serious though,” Kyle said with a firm voice, his attention on Jim now. “I don’t want to wait anymore. We’ve wasted enough time while our enemy grew stronger. They paralyzed us and tried to cut off whatever was left. We need to act now and hit them in a way that would end this war and bring us back on top at the same time.”
Jim’s eyes shone with interest. He pushed himself off the frame to a standing position and came closer to Kyle. “What did you have in mind?”
Kyle smiled, showing all his teeth in what resembled more like a snarl than anything else. Jim didn’t mind nor was he in any way affected by his boss’ lack of humanity. They were all animals here. The worse beasts this world had to offer.
“You’re going to need a bigger lighter than that,” Kyle commented, sounding amused. “We’re going to blow them up, then burn them alive. If we feel merciful, we might even consider shooting them, but frankly, I’m leaning more toward hearing them scream until their lungs can’t take any more air and their vocal cords don’t function anymore.”
“Fuck yeah,” Jim agreed with an eager nod. “I’ll prepare the Molotov cocktails to bring the girls a proper drink before I fuck them in the assa withshitload of bullets.”
Kyle tipped his head back and roared with laughter. It was a sound of pure evil that only a devil himself could make.
“Gather the guys. We attack tonight,” Kyle ordered.
Jim frowned, looking unsure for the first time.
“What?” Kyle barked, annoyed that he didn’t run off to do as he wasbid.
“We don’t have many guys left,” Jim admitted, his confident appearance disappearing into nothing.
“Then go out there and get more,” Kyle said and when Jim furrowed his brows, giving him a quizzical look, Kyle sighed and rolled his eyes. “Collect the scum from the streets. I don’t care if they’re homeless, addicts, or wifebeaters. Offer them whatever they want and bring them here. We don’t need skill as much as we need manpower.”
“Does it matter if they’re men or women?” Jim asked, tilting his head to the side with interest.
“Not at all,” Kyle replied and waved his hand in dismissal. “As long as they can throw a bomb and squeeze the trigger, they’re fine.”
“Great,” Jim said with a smile. “I know where to find people desperate enough to walk head on into death and not knowing it.”
“Can you get them ready by tonight?” Kyle asked, wanting to get the plan in motion as soon as possible. He desired every single member of the Carringtons dead and if luck was on his side, the Lockwoods would share their graves too.
“It’s too soon,” Jim told him with a voice that made it clear there was no space for argument.
