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“Yeah, okay. We’ll talk later. Love you.Besos,” she says and then hangs up before I can return the gesture.

“Well that went straight to hell,” I say into the open room then flop backward onto the bed.

Time for a meeting of the minds. “Operation soul sister invasion to commence in three, two, one—” I press down on speed dial.

“Hola?” Maria answers.

“Hey Ria. We’ve got a problem. We’re going to need to get Kat and get all up in Bree’s business. Yoga Monday morning?”

“What’s up with myhermana?” she cuts right to the quick.

Sighing, I check the paint on my nails. I need a mani and pedi. Maybe I’ll take Anabelle tomorrow. “She’s not taking this baby news as a positive thing. I’m worried about her, what she might do if Phil doesn’t come out of it soon.”

“You think she’s going to hurt herself or theniño?”

I shake my head even though Ria can’t see it. “I don’t know what she’s going to do. It’s just, the way she sounded over the phone a little bit ago. She needs us. Maybe we could help her work through some of her negative feelings over being pregnant. It’s obviously not planned. I mean, have you ever heard her even talk about having children?”

Ria clucks on the other end. “No but she’s great with Belle,” she offers.

“That’s true. I’m sure it just has to do with everything that’s going on. So you’ll talk to Kat and we’ll all go Monday to yoga class first thing?”

“Si, Cara Bonita. Sayholato Chase for me.Besos mi amiga!

Feeling better already, I toss the phone onto the bed and make my way up to the top of the world where my man and an angel await.

Chapter 12

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Look at the pretty blonde, setting up her gear. The room is still dark, but I can see her clearly from my hiding spot behind the shoji screen. She has no idea what’s in store for her on this fine Monday morning in San Francisco. That golden blonde hair of hers is pulled back tight into a low pony tail. With a flick of her wrist she spreads out a teal yoga mat on the wooden, lifted stage. It looks like an altar, track lighting shining perfectly down on it creating a halo effect. As her back is turned I walk barefoot, to stand behind the monstrosity the rich fucker and my Princess bought as her birthday present. Buddha. I can’t believe people believe that Oriental bullshit. What was it someone once said to me? Ah yes, Buddhism is introspection on one’s life. So basically, if you think about your life for any length of time you’re a Buddhist? Whatever.

Yoga Barbie turns on some music. It sounds like Enya. Christ I hate that squawky bitch. Slinking around the statue, I see her lighting candles, and turning on some burner with smelly liquid in it. When she completes her set up, she starts her meditation practice. This is exactly the moment I’ve been waiting for.

Waiting several minutes until she’s nice and deep into her relaxation, and I can tell her breathing has become shallow and regular, I pad along the side of the wall. Even if she opens her eyes she won’t instantly see me. The element of surprise is key. I slowly walk along the area of carpeting as quiet as a mouse. The closer I get, the harder I get. Knowing I’m going to be taking out one of the people who have kept me from my woman, is too fucking sweet. My mouth waters enticingly just thinking about the blood I’m going to spill. My dick turns hard as stone as I creep closer to her. The blonde bombshell, the tiny little thing with a perfect body and a sassy mouth. Well, that mouth will lose all its sass soon enough.

I can taste the revenge on my tongue. After I’m done here, I’m going to treat myself to a session of private time with Gillian’s things. The items I borrowed from her apartment before that bastard emptied the place completely will do just fine until I have the real thing. Yeah, I’m going to pull out my hard cock and go to town, thinking about all the things I’m going to do to Gillian when I get her back. Once she finds out what’s happened to her soul sister Bree and her unborn baby, they’ll all take me more seriously. Maybe, just maybe my Princess will come to her senses and dump the rich piece of shit for a real man. Someone who can take care of her, protect her. Chase Davis can’t even keep her friends safe. It’s only a matter of time before I get my hands on my girl again.

The music changes to something more tribal, thumping. My heart starts to beat in time with the heavy bass, it’s the perfect sound. Eyes on the prize, I step up onto the platform. She’s humming some type of chant low in her throat and letting it wind down her frame where her stomach pushes out. As she inhales it comes back in, concaving more deeply than anything I’ve ever seen. Weird fucking chick. The world will be a better place without another tree-hugging wacko pushing their organic, love the Earth and all God’s creatures propaganda.

Slinking up right behind her, I’m so close I can smell the scent of her hair. Coconut. Reminds me of the beach, just like her blonde hair and tanned skin. She probably hits the tanning beds, soaking up all those poisonous UV rays. Well not on my perfect milky white girl. Her creamy skin glows like a pearl. There’s nothing more beautiful than that.

I put my hand behind my back and pull out my blade. It’s the same knife I use to gut fish. It’s a solid six inch blade with a sturdy wooden handle. Interesting enough, the fucker that sired me made it over forty years ago. It was one of the only things I took before I killed my parents and burned the house down. The knife’s been more useful than those two abusers ever were. The silver glints from the lighting above, almost as if it’s a beacon, telling me to continue ridding the world of stupid people.

Before she can scream, I crouch down low, grip her around the chest, caging in her arms. With quick feet I’ve circled them around her bottom half. One long, firm, slice, and it’s over. Her blood pours like a red waterfall down her tank, painting the pink fabric crimson. Her body jerks several times along with the disgusting sound of air, attempting to be sucked into her throat where blood is pooling. I hold her there until her body stills. I set the knife down grab one of her hands and feel for a pulse through my gloved fingers.

Nothing.

Uncurling my legs from around her body I let her fall back naturally. Her brown eyes are open but there is no light left. At least I took her when she was meditating. Since she believes that shit, I’m sure it was a lovely way to go. As I watch the rest of the blood pool on the shiny wood floor, growing inch by inch like a giant rose blooming open in front of my eyes, something tickles the hairs on the back of my neck. For a couple moments I just look at the body, not knowing why something doesn’t seem quite right. Instead of worrying about it, I strip my clothes completely, then pad completely naked, over to my original hiding spot. Quickly, I throw on the pair of dark grey sweats and a baseball cap slung low over my forehead. Grabbing the garbage bag I tucked into my tennis shoe I throw the soiled clothes in it. Wouldn’t do to leave this evidence, littered with my skin and hair fragments.

Hoisting the bag over my shoulder like Santa Claus with a bag full of goodies, I look down at my handiwork. Perfect. The cut is clean with no jagged edges, just like a surgeon. Thanks dear old Dad for teaching me the art of gutting fish. It came in handy. Apparently, it’s the only thing that has come in handy from that sick fuck. Scanning the room one more time the sense of worry tingles at the edges of my consciousness. Something is off.

Oh yeah, I pull out one of the gloves and put it back on. With one finger I dip into the congealing pool of blood. Several more dips, a few swirling letters and I’ve left my mark. Grinning ear to ear, I imprint this moment into my brain.

Taking one last look around, I make sure there isn’t any potential evidence for that pig, Tomas Redding to use against me. Nothing. Then the sound of voices coming up the stairs startles me out of my reverie. Quick as bullet, I slip through the back door and sneak into the fire stairwell, no one the wiser.

Gillian’s best friends are losing this battle. One can only dream of her forfeiting the game and giving herself up. Right now, I’m up two to zero.

Gillian

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