Page 191 of Rhet

“Necessary. Your son fucked my wife and daughter all in the name of revenge.” Carson trembles as he speaks and places his glass on the table, “That was the last straw. I snapped. You took what was precious to me and you dumped it. I hate you Banners so much,” Carson screams.

“But my brother is still fucking dead,” I whisper.

I point my gun at Carson. My head is pounding from all of this. Even my vision feels a little blurry. “Pick a room that you want to die in.”

“Rhet, please let this go,” my father pleads.

“Leave, dad. Call a cleanup crew to be here in fifteen minutes for me,” I’ve had enough, it ends now.

“Rhet,” my father pleaded.

“I said to leave. Now,” I scream.

My father’s footsteps echoes down the hall as he walked away. I look at Carson.

“I would have let you go. But you almost killed Zeeta and my baby.”

Carson chortles “She is pregnant?”

“You don’t hurt what is mine and get away. She is mine.”

“Hmm,” he says.

“Pick a room.” I ignore him

“I have always been partial to this one. Great views, open space,” he spreads his arm wide.

“Have a seat.” Carson sits. I take the seat opposite him. The sofa sinks down under my weight. A mahogany coffee table sits between us.

“Who helped you, Carson? You couldn’t finance all of this on your own?” I knew he had someone behind the scenes pulling his strings. I could feel it.

He stirs on the sofa “You fell for her hard Banner?”

Carson voice begins to antagonize me. I’ve never wanted to kill a man more in my life.

He flicks his head at the gun, I’m pointing in his direction. “What are you going to do, shoot me? Then this will be a murder scene and my guards will know you did it.”

I turn my gun around and I take out the magazine. My fingers push the bullets forward letting them fall to the ground. I continue until only one bullet remains. I place it on the coffee table between us.

I pass the black pouch to Carson. “Open it and place it on your table.”

Carson opens the pouch and unrolls it, revealing two injections needles already set for use.

“What is this?”

“I’m giving you the opportunity that you didn’t give Trent.”

He widens his eyes, then looks down. “That’s suicide.”

“Yes Carson I know.”

Carson swallows as he looks at the instruments on table. His face pales, and he swallows then he looks back at me.

“I was going to give you the right to choose your death.” My heart hurts, as I as my mind flashes Trent’s dead body, “Then I remembered no one gave Trent a choice.”

“You want me to choose how to die?” Carson face begins to drain of color

“Yes. A gun shot or ricin and potassium.”

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