Page 40 of Mine, Forever

He pulled himself up muttering under his breath. I could only imagine what he was saying, and yet I didn’t give a shit. He was a piece of trash, and I was taking him out. I pushed him down the hall after unlocking the door, only pausing when he tried to clutch onto something. I was guessing the bullet was making its way through his organs as he moved, causing irreparable damage.

I had already set up an area in the underground parking garage for the disposal. The one way I knew I could get rid of any trace of Ty.

His eyes went wide when he saw the large yellow tub.

“No… kill me first for fuck’s sake.”

He was trying to back up. I pushed him forward with an outstretched leg toward the tub. The smell coming from it had my nose burning even from this far away. I could only imagine what it was going to smell like as he climbed inside.

“Get in.”

Ty turned to me, horrified. “What?”

“You heard me. Get into the tub of acid.”

“No fucking way. I don’t care what you do to me once I'm dead. Just fucking kill me first.”

Sighing, I realized Plan A wasn’t going to work. Pity, it was the easiest one, but I guess I wouldn’t climb into a vat of acid either.

“That’s a shame, would have been nice to hear you scream in pain.”

“What is wrong with you?” he asked, his eyes wide with fear. It was a valid question, and even I doubted my mind. York had thought I was crazy too. I guess I was, but only Jett could be blamed for that part of me. Before Serenity, I would never have thought to do these things, never have thought I would enjoy seeing blood seeping out of a wound, or the fear in someone’s eyes as I was about to take their life in the most horrific way I could imagine.

“Fair enough, I guess you’re not Jett—” I said, shooting before I could finish my sentence. Ty went flying back into the tub, but only half his body landed in, his face sizzled off, the smell becoming acrid in the small space we were in.

Damn it.

I moved forward to push him further in, but if I did that, he’d make a splash, and I’d get acid on my bare skin.

Problem.

What was a solution?

Ty was slowly disappearing into the tub, but I needed this finished before the smell got too bad and the neighbors complained.

“Ebony,” I heard York come into the garage. “Jesus… do you want my help?”

He looked over at the tub, horrified, and as he turned to me, I saw he wasn’t as crazy as I thought he was. He worked for Jett because of loyalty, or something akin to it, not because he was like him.

“I don’t want to get acid burns on my skin,” I told him.

“Help me lift his legs. We’ll place him in and put the lid on.”

I nodded, dropping the gun and moving toward the hissing tub with Ty’s body half hanging out. York took most of the weight, and we carefully moved his body into the tub. More hissing sounds came out as the acid ate away at the skin and bones of what once was Ty.

York picked the lid up and placed it firmly on top of the tub, stopping the smell from invading my nostrils again.

“How’d you get the acid?” York asked me as I opened up the back door and led him down the hall. He didn’t even ask about the blood stains. It was then I wondered how long York had worked for Jett and what kind of shit he was accustomed to seeing if he could so quickly recover from that act .

“My father has friends who help me out from time to time.”

“Your father is Aubrey Caine.”

My head flicked to him as I slowly nodded. Not many people knew that my mother had seen to it that Aubrey’s name be struck out from a lot of my records. I was officially Ebony Caine, but my mother would always write it down as Ebony Torelli.

“I knew him… a long time ago.”

“My father?”

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