“So you like it then,” Kat beams up at me while I sit on the arm of the couch.

Looking down at her sketch all the air leaves my lungs in a whoosh. My heart may have actually stopped because I couldn’t move. In all the years of my life I have never been witness to something so magical. It was a dream, a vision of lace and sparkles. Even in charcoal and miniature in size it stole my breath. “It’s everything I ever hoped for, Kat,” I spoke, emotion garbling my words, tears spilling down the sides of my face.

“Oh honey, don’t cry!” she hugs me to her. “This is a happy occasion. No tears.” Her smile is lovely and sincere.

I pick up the sketchbook and hug it to my chest not caring if some of the pencil marking rubs off on my white tank. “Oh my God, I’m getting married!” I sob happily. My three best friends crowd around me in a group hug. I show Bree and Maria the amazing design and both promptly note little facets they like best. It was moments like these that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’d spend the rest of my life loving these women. They would always be a constant source of supreme love and support and I was the luckiest girl in the world.

“I love you guys, so much!” I whisper as they squeeze the life out of me.

“We love you more,” they each laugh repeating the words I always say to them, filling my heart to bursting. The happiness so big and thick I thought it might rip through my chest in a fiery ball of light blinding all in its glory.

* * *

What a joke. I listen straining to hear her voice. Only Gillian. She was crying and my spine tingles thinking maybe that rich bastard broke it off with her. Nope. Finally her voice rang above the others as my love and those three bitches fawn over something about her upcoming wedding. Little did they know there wouldn’t be a wedding. I’d make sure of it. Mother fucker moved the timetable up on her nuptials. Probably scared of what I’d do between now and then. Just means I have to work faster.

The women though were a problem I’d eventually have to deal with. The four of them were inseparable and I wanted Gillian to count on me and only me for all of her pleasure. If she needs something, it would be me that gives it to her. No, soon enough each one of them would be dealt with. I was already working on my plan to pick them off, one by one like the plucking of a flower petal on a ripe daisy. Kathleen and Maria would be more difficult since they now had steady boyfriends and Maria was dating that pig Thomas Redding. I’d tangled with him in the past, though he had no idea at the time. A grin slips across my face as I catch my reflection in the mirror.

I turn down the mic on the recording device I installed a couple weeks ago in her apartment. That rich fucker had only recently hired her a body guard. Good thing I was ten steps ahead of him. Her apartment had been easy enough to break into. Then the extra key she’d kept on top of the bookcase in the home was easy to copy and put back before anyone was the wiser. I’d spent more time in her apartment recently than I’d care to admit. The feeling made my gut twist into knots. It couldn’t be avoided. I needed to be near her. Just being around her things, smelling her perfume, lying in her bed gave me a blessed moment of peace. The rage that swirled heavy in my veins only cooled when I felt her presence envelope me like she used to. She always had that ability. Calming me, allowing me to push back the beast within. Obsessively working out helps with the excess energy but not enough to quiet the mind. I need her with me. Knowing she was mine for all time would be the only thing to make me whole.

I grab the wires I need and delicately connect them to the slick side of the cylinder. Slowly I maneuver them carefully to ensure the appropriate contact with the glass and metal. With pride I examine the newest edition to my plan. Only decision to make now was who would be blown to bits first? I’d love to take out Chase Fucking Davis. Seeing his body parts fly into the air alongside one of his expensive toys, like his Porsche or Aston Martin would be doubly satisfying. Taking out Jack Porter the ex-military man in the process would be the ultimate revenge for stealing my princess.

It was impossible to prevent the smile that slid over my lips as much as I couldn’t prevent the memory of sinking my cock into Gillian over and over again. She never opened her eyes during sex, obviously overcome with emotion during our lovemaking. I loved watching her face as I’d blow my load. We always used condoms but that would change when I got her back. The first thing I’d do was lay her out and have my way with her. Fill her up full of my cum. Mark her. Even if it was by force, the bitch would be mine again. There was nothing her friends, her new good mannered bodyguard or that rich mother fucker could do to prevent me from claiming what’s mine.

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