Page 51 of Seeds of Sorrow

“I don’t know shit!”

A smile tugged at the corner of Peyton’s lips and she sighed dramatically, shaking her head. “Then you really should have paid more attention when you were fucking us over,” she cooed, before thrusting her blade into the stomach of the piece of deceiving trash before her.

He cried out, spittle flying everywhere as his blood soaked into his dirty shirt. Satisfied by his screams, Peyton pulled out her knife and admired the crimson coating the blade. There was something eerily beautiful about blood, the way it held someone’s entire life force in its rich, colored droplets. She had been scared of the sight when she was a child, but that was before her life had become one big mess filled with blood and bruises. She had let go of her fear the first time her own blood had been spilled at the hands of someone else, and somewhere along the way, it had now become her unhinged fascination. It was hypnotic and psychotic, and she loved it.

“You fucking bitch!”

Peyton tilted her head as she looked at the man before her, noting the way his pants were freshly soaked with piss as it dribbled down his leg. It was laughable that someone who had just been stabbed could be so brave with his tongue.

She tried to emanate Hadina’s effortless attitude as she stared him down, hoping that her nerves didn’t betray her. Her mind was at war, her thoughts jumbled as she tried to fathom how she could be enjoying hurting someone. One look at Hadina, however, and Peyton realized she didn’t care. Whatever was changing within her made her feel powerful and she would not let that go anytime soon. Hadina had been right. She was playing in a den of wolves, but now she was learning to hunt her prey. If the Adis family were the wolves in question, Peyton would happily be part of the pack.

“Here’s the thing, buddy,” Peyton said, her voice menacingly low. “Your life became worthless to me the moment I found out you helped that woman traffic and abuse children. You betrayed us and allowed her access, helping her fucked-up agenda. Probably in exchange for something more to shoot up, right?”

He didn’t bother to look up as Peyton continued.

“Was it worth it? Sacrificing all those innocent kids, just to get your veins filled with whatever bullshit drugs she gave you? Did it help you to get over the fact that you helped kids get raped, beaten, left broken or dead when they’re of no use?”

Anger creeped into her bloodstream as she pictured those poor kids, their lives ruined because some junkie wanted his next fix. Addiction was a disease, but it became something far more ugly the moment he chose drugs over children’s lives. It made her sick. But the more she thought about it, how his actions had impacted the next chain of events, the more her nausea turned to fury. It burned hot, a white rage consuming her. She let it flow through her, searing into her very being until she was nothing but a weapon, an avenging angel for all the children who didn’t get saved. Letting out a bloodcurdling scream, she lunged forward and stuck her dagger into the man’s stomach again, this time twisting the blade until she could feel it slice through his insides.

“I hope the high was worth it,” she spat, drawing her knife back. Blood seeped from his wounds, soaking his clothes. It should have made her feel something, to see what she had just done to another human being. But all she could feel was relief that there was one less person out there willing to help Regina.

“D-d-de–” the man sputtered, blood filling his mouth. Peyton turned to Hadina in confusion, seeing her look almost as taken aback. Hadina stepped forward, leaning down towards him. “D-Demi T-t-reyva…”

Peyton watched as he choked on his own blood, specks of red spitting onto Hadina’s cheek. Peyton had barely been able to hear, never mind understand, what he had been trying to say. She grabbed at Hadina’s arm, pulling her away. “What did he say?”

Hadina looked haunted as she wiped the back of her hand across her cheek, smearing the victim’s blood along the way. “Demi Treyva.”

“What does that mean?”

Hadina shook her head. “Not what, but who. Demi Treyva is Regina’s real name. I guess your words got to him, baby, because that piece of shit just told us exactly who we’re looking for.”

Chapter34

HADINA

WatchingPeyton inflict pain on that piece of shit was like flipping a switch inside her. Hadina felt herself finally accept that Peyton was part of this, that she really was invested. Killing someone was never easy; it was a sacrifice that you can’t know you’re willing to make until you’re in that situation, which was something Hadina knew all too well. She had feared that the moment Peyton took a life, she would break. It wouldn’t have made her weak, but Hadina would have understood if she wanted to run away after that.

But she’d underestimated Peyton.

Now that she was standing in nothing but lacey black underwear, it appeared that Peyton had found the adrenaline as intoxicating as Hadina normally did. She could see the heat behind those ocean-colored eyes, the desire for a twisted type of romance that only Hadina could provide.

And she was oh so willing to provide it.

Licking her lips, Hadina leaned back in her chair and motioned for Peyton to come to her. “Well, don’t you look delicious.”

Peyton smirked, walking around the desk to stand in front of Hadina, before brushing some of her blonde bangs out of her eyes while batting those long lashes. “I thought we should celebrate after our little win earlier.”

Running a hand down the soft skin of Peyton’s curves, Hadina let out a small sigh. “I’m always down for celebrating with you, but I don’t think that was a win.Se avecina una guerra.There’s a war coming, sweetheart, and things are going to get really messy.”

Peyton cupped Hadina’s cheek, forcing them to meet each other’s eyes. “Then we’ll ready for battle. You’re a survivor and a fighter, Hadi, and we’re going to end this bitch once and for all.”

Hadina smirked, her insides heating at this new side of Peyton. The anger simmering beneath her words was like fuel to Hadina’s desire for her. She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Peyton’s stomach, smirking when her lipstick left a stain.

“I do love it when you show me that rage in you,” Hadina purred, reaching a hand between Peyton’s legs. She felt how hot she was as Hadina pushed the lace of her panties aside, slipping a finger between her wet folds.

“Oh, yeah?” Peyton hummed, her eyes flitting closed.

“Absolutely.” Hadina rubbed a finger through Peyton’s wet juices, slowly trailing a fingertip over Peyton’s clit. Her answering shudder was Hadina’s warning that Peyton wouldn’t last long if she tried to toy with her like usual. Maybe her little temptress deserved an easy orgasm after the day she’d had.

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