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I wanted to end him so badly—kill him right on the spot. My hands were wrapped tightly around his scraggly neck; my nails dug into his flesh to where I drew blood. I could feel his body struggling to breathe under me as he thrashed helplessly. It would be so easy to keep this vice grip on him until his life left his eyes. It wouldn’t be a quick death—suffocation was never quick. Yet, the thought of ending his life like this brought no satisfaction to me.
Just as his eyes started to roll back, I pulled my hands back, watching as he took in deep breaths through his coughing fit.
I don’t know what came over me—maybe the flood of emotions—but my body started to shake with laughter as tears streamed down my crazed face.
Maybe I’ve finally lost it. Whatever shred of sanity I had left—I lost it.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I spot my weapon with a twisted smirk. “Let’s play a game darling, you always did love your games.” Keeping my crazed eyes locked onto my victim, I got up and went over to the table of weapons. “I’ll even indulge you and play your favorite.” Instantly, my hand went for the revolver. “I’ll even add your little twist to it, like you did me. Only I won’t miss. The last hit will have a hundred-percent chance of death.”
Tearing my eyes away from the man on the floor, I started to load the revolver. “Six bullets. I could take it easy on you and empty out five of the chambers, but where’s the fun in that. Five blanks, one live one.” Giving the barrel a quick spin, I snapped it shut in place before going back over and picking the chair back up along with the tied man.
“You’re bluffing. You don’t kill.” His confident answer was shaky with his voice.
Situating myself in front of him, I stood between his open legs that were stuck in that position due to his legs being tied to the legs of the chair. “That was the me before you roofied me, violated me, and plunged a fucking kitchen knife into me six times and left me for dead.” I seethed through gritted teeth as I pressed the cold barrel against the underside of his chin. “Oh, and quick tip, not that you’ll ever get to use it: make sure your target is actually dead before leaving.”
BANG!
The sick giggle that left me when he flinched at the first pull of the trigger surprised me. I truly did sound like a lunatic. “Shame. Oh well, five more to go.” I gave out a fake sigh of disappointment as I dragged the gun down his body to his heart. “Your name isn’t Harriet. It was just an alias. So, what’s your real name? I want to know the real bastard that masqueraded as my pathetic ex.”
No matter how hard I had tried with all the resources I had, he always eluded me. But now that I had him under my thumb, err gun, I wanted answers—the truth about everything.
“Why the hell would I give you any satisfaction? You’re going to kill me anyways. I know what my odds are.” He spat back venomously with a hateful glare.
The sound of something flat hitting and sliding across the floor made my ears twitch. My eyes darted down to my left foot when I felt something nudge it. “Michael Gillow. thirty. Single. PhD in biochemical engineering. A rather bright man who disappeared off the face of the earth three years ago.” Nikolai read off the first few lines of the open file that laid at my foot with a picture of Harriet—who apparently was actually Michael.
BANG!
Another blank. Another flinch. Another twisted giggle. “You crazy bitch! Just kill me already!” Michael struggled against his restraints, trying to wiggle away from the gun as I lowered it to his crotch. “You’re a psycho!”
Smiling twistedly, I brought the gun up to his temple and tapped it a few times. “Yet you were so keen to stick your tiny dick in this craziness, so what does that say about your mental health? Hm?”
BANG!
“Halfway there, three bullets left Mikey.” I chuckled deeply as I let the gun fall back between his legs.
“Your sick cunt wasn’t even worth the fuck, but knowing I took away that precious first moment of yours to give you a glimpse of what your men did to my sister was enough to spur me on.” He started to lose his edge. Even if he tried to keep a strong front, I could see the subtle tremble of his body as his eyes started to nervously dart around the room.
His words managed to break through my madness. “What?” Now, I was genuinely confused. “What are you talking about?”
“Of course you wouldn’t remember her, just another girl amongst a bunch. My sister, Michelle, brunette, short like you.” Whatever fear I shot into him with the blanks went away as he glared at me with angry eyes. “She was only fifteen when your heinous men came to the house and took her for your little whorehouses to work off my parents debts.” He wasn’t lying, not with the kind of resolve in his eyes.
“The Qing Triad doesn’t deal in such activities, not for the past thirty years.” Now I was pissed. Was I a part of a revenge plan? Did he attack me due to some kind of mistaken identity shit? “And we don’t touch children, ever.”
“Don’t fucking lie you whore! You and your men parade children around for favors all the time, have them meet clients in those run down apartments, the ones above the restaurants.” Great, was I going to discover another layer of shit? “Your damn mother was there too. She was the one who snatched Michelle. Said she was going to make great money.”
Ah, there it was. Unfortunately.
“I’m gonna kill that bitch.” I hissed under my breath before pulling the trigger again, letting out a fourth blank. “My mother is dead. That lady is my stepmother, a demon on earth. Me and my men would never touch anything to do with humans. My father banned everything to do with services that included people except for consensual prostitution, but trafficking and brothels and anything else was banned upon his leadership.”
Needing a release for my anger, I pulled the trigger again after aiming at his midsection—unloading another blank. “My witch of a stepmother never got that memo and has been doing that shit behind our backs for a few years. What I say now won’t change what happened to your sister, but if I had known back then, then I would have prevented it and offered your sister and family protection. I’m sorry I couldn’t have prevented what happened to your sister. But that didn’t give you the right to take it out on me. Is that why you went after me? Revenge?”
Only one bullet left, and I aimed right at his heart. “Answer me.” I demanded, pressing the barrel into his chest until he squirmed under it.
“Yes. I wanted you to suffer like she did in her final moments. I wanted your family to suffer like mine did—like I did. But you’re still fucking alive, you psychotic bitch. You weren’t supposed to survive. I stabbed you six times! Just like they did her. I even left the fucking knife in your chest like some dart on a board just like they did her! You’re supposed to be dead just like her. Your family was supposed to be mourning over your damn coffin.” The boiling rage that rolled off of him was almost suffocating—even from a small distance.
BANG!
The last bullet fired, instilling a heavy silence in the confined area. “Guess we both got our lives fucked up by my damn stepmother.” He may have wielded the knife, but she was the one who gave it to him along with the encouragement. “You know the reason why I don’t kill, Michael?”
