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Chad begins, “Do you…?”
“Yes, I do. Yes, she does. The next part better be you announcing us husband and wife and telling me I can kiss my new wife.”
My stomach drops with the realization I’m going to have to kiss him, and tonight…I…I can’t go there yet.
“I pronounce you husband and wife. By the power—”
The sound of guns going off has everyone turning toward the parking lot, even though we can’t see it from here.
“I have room number thirteen booked at the highway road side hotel. You better be in bed wearing something nice before I make my way there.”
“You two need to sign here,” Chad interrupts, shoving a pen in front of Jack before a pen is forced into my hand and Jack moves my hand to sign my name, after he signs his. My father quickly witnesses before they all go running into the club to get to the front.
A half hour later, the rev of engines fades down the road. Cautiously, I walk out. My car has two busted windows from gun fire. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end when I realize this is the least of my worries. I’m the one thing I never wanted to be: an old lady.
I drive around, not wanting to go to the hotel. Who picks the number thirteen? I consider getting a twenty-four pack of beer and trying to drink them all before Jack gets there, but that’s not my style.
When the street lights turn on, I make my way to the hotel. Jack’s bike is parked out front. I’m pretty sure the only thing Jack loves is that bike. I’m tempted to push it over, but I don’t. I need to keep the peace for at least tonight.
No one is at the front desk as I walk toward the so-called wedding suite. I take a deep breath, knowing there will be wrath to pay for me getting here after him. When I open the door, I’m not ready to see the scene displayed in front of me.
My fingers rake through my blonde hair. The tips of my nails scratching hard on my scalp. Red paints the normally-beige hotel room.This is bad. I take a slow step backward. My breathing is calm and even. Searching the room with my wide, green eyes, I take relief in that I haven’t walked through anything coated in red. I take another step back. Once again, I’m double checking each step.
I curse at myself, knowing I already had a bad gut feeling about number thirteen. My hand rises to flick off the light, but pauses. The impulse to touch the blind to look outside is strong, but I refrain.
My fingers pull down at my sleeve, turning the handle. The hallway is bright. I want to pull my hood over my head, but that would stand out here. I know where every camera is, and I look in the opposite direction, keeping my face hidden even though they have my face on full display when I walked in here. The cameras might actually help me.
Buzzing attacks my leg, it pulses, unwelcome. It’s not until I hit the now-rainy street that I pull my hood over my head, covering the tops of my eyes. My hand fishes for my phone and I see my father’s name.
I’m done with this city and everything it represents. Coming to a busy corner, I’m conflicted about which way to go. My phone pulses again in my hand.
Let it go and leave, Sienna.Against my better judgment, I answer my phone. “Where the hell are you?” No,hey I miss you.Oryou’re late and I’m worried.Not even a greeting.
“You can’t rush perfection.”
He makes a sound and I think he just choked on his tongue. “Your husband is waiting. I can’t save you from him, Sienna.”
I roll my eyes as I cross the street. I don’t know why I bother listening to him rambling on. I can have everything packed and ready to go.I guess everyone deserves closure.
“Goodbye, Dad.”
This sets him off again, but I don’t bother listening. I drop my phone into the closest garbage can and keep walking. It’s time I get my life back. This time, I get to create the life I deserve.
Chapter 3: Copycat
IthinkMaximusManciniwould be proud of my work. I finished his list for him just the way he likes. He doesn’t even know he’s been a perfect teacher. As much as I would have loved taking out Jack Pierce, I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries. I’ll have to watch from the outside on this one.
Sienna Levine looks around in horror before a smirk raises her lips as realization dawns that her husband is dead. I can understand the fascination Max has with her.
She’s a conundrum. I’m interested to see what Max ends up doing with her. It should be easy enough to lead them both to me.
Chapter 4: Max
Myheadkeepsswirlingwith the notion of a vacation, knowing I need to lie low for a while. Typically, when people talk about vacation, they’re referring to the six feet under kind. That’s not the definition I’m going for. I want to disappear with Sienna. It won’t be long before she concludes she had to leave, too.
The problem is, when I see a person, all I can do is size them up and ponder the best way to dispose of them. It’s second nature. Within a second, I know how I would kill them. My fingers tingle, wanting to become useful in the deadliest way, and I have to place my hands in my pockets and pinch my leg to stop myself from the act. It’s hard to have self control. It’s not like that with Sienna, though. Problem is, I can’t stop seeing the panic in her gorgeous moss irises when she walked into the hotel room.
I round my car and head to my favorite place to dispose of my victims. This one isn’t getting the regular treatment like the others. I had to get it over fast, too fast. The press is already writing daily stories about me, even though their claims are inaccurate. I’m not the one who has killed everyone on my list. Someone else has been doing it for me.
