“Also, I'm angry. I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why does it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?”
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Then…
Bane Stratus
I HAD TO let her go, if I didn’t I could kill her. How could she do this to me? I was willing to take the fall for Marco, for her, but to add kidnapping, and rape? I’ll never forget the look in the jury’s eyes, not that I give a flying fuck what anyone thinks of me, but damn, it hurt.
The judge looks shocked at the change of events, I was fighting this all the way, probably would have lost, but I would have fought. Had I pleaded guilty I could get a plea deal, I’m still hoping it is on the table, because the only thing on my mind right now is watching the air leave her lungs one last time. She is dead to me.
It’s crazy how fast you can go from loving someone with all your heart, to hating them the next. But what I feel is more than hate, it’s betrayal, and vengeance, it’s a rage I never knew existed in me.
When she didn’t answer my calls, I was angry. When she didn’t answer my letters I was livid, those took time. When she showed up at this trial and didn’t look my way I saw red. But when she got on that stand and lied through her fucking teeth, I was murderous. Oh, and best believe I’ll get out, I’ll be back for her, there is nowhere to run.
I look over to the bitch now, she sits with her mother, and avoids my gaze. She is dressed like the perfect daughter, a black pencil skirt, high waisted, and a white short sleeved V-neck shirt tucked in, that shows the perfect amount of cleavage to still be appropriate, but fuck she looks good. But she has changed. It’s like I don’t even know her, she looks cold, and callous.
I took one last look at her before the judge calls for recess. The guards put me in cuffs and she turns her head and her eyes meet mine. For minuet I see the girl I fell in love with, a lone tear escapes her eye. Then like a bolt of lightning she turned fierce and a cold smile crossed her once innocent face. She played me.
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Now…
“I’m here”
“About damn time, I was starting to think you wouldn’t show, she was about to lose too much blood”
I look to Jesse, she is pale, and her body is covered in blood, that bastard used a hot knife on her. I will enjoy killing him first. These motherfuckers sent her to me on purpose. I didn’t put it all together until I thought about the money I was putting aside.
The Elite isn’t stupid, they planned this from the beginning. They knew I wanted out, but I knew too much. How did I not think of this before? There is no getting out, the only way out is to die the death you have inflicted on so many others.
I will protect Jesse, I won’t die by the hands of the Elite, I will die by the hands of the Guardians, I already gave my word. But first I must get Jesse out of here. She doesn’t belong her, they sought her out from the beginning, but how did they know about her in such detail, to place a hit on her.
“I wouldn’t have missed it” I hiss, “now, since you have already used my toy, I presume, you didn’t trust me to do the job myself”
I look back into Jesse eyes, willing her to see me, to know I am just playing the part to protect her, she is no longer on my hit list. Well not that one. She starts to cry, sobs wracking her body, she screams on the top of her lungs, exhaustion taking over. She is losing her fight. Don’t give up. I’m here. Right here, darlin.
“Beautiful when she cries, I can’t wait to rip out her vocal chords and feed ‘em to her.” He snarls. I growl in retaliation, and my finger twitches on my pistol behind my back.
He is mocking me, I want to shoot this fucker, but I know he isn’t alone. That bastard is a pussy. He isn’t an assassin, like me, or the people that currently have snipers aimed our way, no, this fucker is a pencil pusher, who is just doing what the boss told him too. But who the fuck is pulling the strings?
I just hope Theo and his men are in position to take out the snipers when the shit hits the fan. Or we are all dead. Not just me.
As if it heard my thoughts, the master of the puppets shows its face, followed by the face of so many mistakes. Irina fucking Star, and Cierra smirk in my direction. Looking between the two I notice a similarity I never saw before, I squint trying to see something I’m praying I am wrong about.
Jesse looks at her mother, and tears well in her eyes. My heart breaks for her. Her mother is a bitch, but fuck, I never thought she would kill her own daughter.
Irina looks at her daughter with disgust, “Oh dear, you’re in a pickle honey, that looks like it hurts” she points to her daughters back.
“You know Cierra, right Bane?” She smirks, and looks to her daughter, and grabs her hair and pulls it back, Jesse yelps. I move to attack, when a red dot appears on Jesse throat, “Dear, meet your aunt Cierra, she has been wanting to meet you for a while.”
What the fuck?