Page 96 of Something Borrowed

“Red, I love you.” I jump when she screams into the phone. “I love you, please find me.”

“Grab the phone.” Luca screams.

There is a thud and a scraping sound.

“You stupid fucking bitch, I wish you had died with your mother.”

My heart shatters.

“Get the fuck out there and find him. Do whatever it takes.”

There is chaos. Movement. Violence. Danger.

What are they doing to her?

I can barely breathe as I listen. Waiting. Every muscle in my body is tense.

I want to hear her voice again. I need to know that she is ok.

But the line goes dead and the intensity of my rage multiples by a thousand as I let out an ear shattering scream.

I throw my phone into my car and walk around the back to slam the trunk closed. The fires stirred him enough to fake a breakup call from my wife. Let’s see what else they can do.

And he’s coming for me by the sounds of things. Well - let him. I look forward to it.

Let’s see how many more buildings he’s willing to lose before he believes I will never stop.

“You fucking idiot.” I slam my fists against the steering wheel, screaming at a man who can’t hear me.

The sound of her crying has only made this worse for him. He made a mistake having her call me. It’s pushed me deeper into my anarchy. It’s made me set on making his life a living hell.

I click against the next building on the list.

Only eight minutes from where I am.

Perfect. The sooner I set it on fire, the sooner he will realize his mistake.

A seventeen story high rise in town, it must be worth a fortune.

I’ll make sure every floor is a raging furnace that no one can extinguish. By the time morning comes, there will be nothing leftbut ash. Tires screech and burnt rubber spins in the air behind me when I take off.

I’ll burn everything. I won’t stop till morning. I’ll get through so much of that list tonight that he’ll have almost nothing when the sun rises.

Outside the building I come face to face with security which doesn’t surprise me. He knows I’m coming. He would have tried to secure his most important properties. I guess this one is a favorite.

The men don’t stand a chance against me though. They have no idea of the darkness festering in my heart. The pure rage I’m carrying for the man they are working for.

Their bodies litter the foyer and the elevator by the time I’ve cleared the first level.

I move, carrying all the bottles of gasoline into the elevator. Pressing every button on the panel I set it to stop on every floor.

At the start of each passageway I kick a bottle of fuel over, sending it skidding down the passage and flooding gasoline over the floor.

Level by level I make my way to the top floor.

I’ll coat the seventeenth floor from top to bottom and set it alight before I head back down, sparking each floor as I descend.

He’s pushed me too far. But soon he’ll see his mistake in underestimating me.

---