Page 50 of Fatal Attraction

Blaire deserved it, after all.

She was nothing more than a cheating whore.

I did her husband a favor.

Pulling out my phone, I accessed the security app, smirking when it opened up and showed Charlotte’s living room empty, same with the kitchen. Before I could rewind and filter through the footage recorded within the last few hours, my phone began ringing.

It was my cousin, Peter.

“Hey, man,” he said when I answered, my scowl fixed in place. “What are you up to tonight? You want to get together and have a few beers?”

“Not tonight,” I said, faking an exhausted yawn. “I just got home and I’m not long from going to bed.”

“Oh.” He sounded so disappointed.

“We’ll get together soon,” I promised. “As soon as I have a day off, I’ll callyou. Sound good?”

“Yeah.” I could see him nodding in my head. “That’s fine.”

I hung up and then got back to business, rewinding the footage until I saw Charlotte walking down the stairs, her hair curled, makeup done, and dressed like a goddamn prostitute.

My fist clamped tighter around my beer, denting it and spilling most of it out the mouth.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I roared, enraged as I shot to my feet and chucked the beer can across the room, my chest heaving.

Knowing exactly where she’d run off to, I stalked down the hall and inside my bedroom to change clothes, then carefully opened up the case on my dresser which harbored all of my grandmothers’ old masquerade masks I’d inherited in her will, grabbing the one encrusted with golden flecks and matching deer antlers branching out from the sides.

I sprang for the door and was in my car within barely a minute, my face scrunched in unprecedented rage as I slammed the door and fired up the engine, my chest tight.

What the fuck was she thinking?

After everything that happened, every-fucking-thing I did for her, she still chose to go back to that disgusting fucking club?

I had enough of this shit.

If she wanted to fight fire with fire, then so fucking be it.

One way or another, I was putting an end to this shit.

Tonight.

It was eleven on the dot when I easily hit the brakes and turned inside the sanctum’s lot, stunned to find not a single parking spot in sight. I drove past the sanctum every night coming home from work, and I hadn’t seen it this packed since my festive encounter with Amber and Daniel Strickland.

I tenderly put on my mask and got out, slamming the door shut. Peering at the entrance, I angrily bared my teeth behind my lips at the guard posted outside the door. Felix must have grown a few intelligent brain cells and hired extra security. Since there was a guard at the front, I had to assume there would be another shielding the back door. Just in case I was right, sneaking in through the back was too risky. It would also be smart to assume that Felix had replaced those broken cameras by now too. He’d be a fucking idiot if he hadn’t.

Fucking damnit.

It looked like I had no choice but to go in through the front.

Sayingfuck it, I slowly ambled toward the small group huddled outside the entrance. As I came closer, obtaining a better visual of the guard’s face, I froze, my fists clamped stiffly at my sides.

That was Carter… Blaire’s husband.

Now my rage began to flare.

Those mother fuckers!

This was a trap.

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