Page 51 of Touch Her and Die
A ding sounded in the pews, and my phone vibrated. Another phone blipped and by the red crawling up Mark Voigt’s neck, he was seeing the blackmail right now. I didn’t bother looking at my uncle, because the way he growled, I knew it was going through as planned.
What wasn’t planned? The splintering of wood echoing over the music. All eyes turned towards a side door.
The door swung open, and I’d have laughed had I not been so fucking pissed that there stood Halle, my cousin, and what looked like the goddamn chicken.
And even better? The glint of metal against the too bright lights.
NINETEEN
halle
I swungthe axe one more time for good measure and the door opened.
“Why didn’t we just go in the front doors again?” asked Emilee.
We’d spent too much time making sure that every door was locked, and it was. These rich, powerful types never leave anything to chance. From there, we’d done an even better job of making sure we’d spent good time on those doors. No one would be using them. Not right now and not until a fire department stopped by.
This was ridiculous, I was aware. The doorjamb splintered, and the door swung open. One door was easier to watch.
Everyone turned toward the noise as I stepped through, axe at the ready. Subtle had never been my middle name. The moment my eyes met Parks’, I knew exactly why I hadn’t come in through the front doors instead.
“I’m proving a point. Now pick up the axe and start swinging. And put Gertie down for shit’s sake. Tell her to peck them all.”
Emilee had proved to be helpful, if not a little soft. I would fix that. She didn’t know it yet but regardless of whatever happened here, she was going to be my new sister. I crossed my chest and said a little prayer cause I didn’t need to piss off my sister’s soul. I’d have to go explain later.
“What the hell is she doing here?” A voice bellowed through the small and understated church.
I didn’t bother putting effort into who said what. The shifting of bodies told me we had a small window of time to start our wedding day massacre.
No one stood right away, so I decided who I could start with as my pincushion.
Walking in over the rubble of the door, I drug the axe behind me. The scrape of its metal head against the stone floor disrupted the organ like nails on the chalkboard.
“God forgive me.” I said and walked closer to the first pew. Everyone seemed confused and stunned and I didn’t fucking care.
“Gertie, make good choices,” was the last thing I said before I lifted the axe.
A quick glance between Emilee and Gertie and back to Parks made me smile as I swung the axe and took off the head of whoever was in the first pew. Seemed fitting. I finally answered the voice that hadn’t asked anything again as I stepped around the pew at the collective gasps.
“I’m the fucking girlfriend, you asshole. That’s who I am. Now, fuck the fuck right the fuck off.”
Chaos started to erupt in slow motion.
A loud stomp of a heel and the click of a gun broke before I could unleash my anger in full swing. The stomping pulled my attention to the bitch in the center of the isle. Good, we were just in time.
“Daddy, what is she doing here? You said you were getting rid of her.”
I made a full 180 to glare at her and out of the corner of my eye, someone moved. I raised the axe and sliced off an arm. He screamed, which was fine with me. None of these people seemed all that upstanding if they were willing to sell their children.
“Get rid of me? Tragic. Well, as it seems like I’m still here, tell me. Do you want to be buried in that god awful dress or should I pick out a nice pantsuit?”
It was impossible to see if she gawked at me or not with the veil. Whatever. I took out someone else before they could reach me. This wasn’t hard, and I suspected it wouldn’t be. The guard outside had been so sweet to tell me that they’d been asked to leave weapons at home. But of course, not everyone listens. Especially me. I wondered if the guard was on his way to the hospital or the police? It was just a flesh wound after all.
I turned around and caught Parks’ eyes and gave him a little wave.
“Hi babe. Am I in time to do the whole, ‘should anyone have a reason why they shouldn’t get married’ thing?”
I heard the click of a gun being cocked and ducked in time to hear the shot and the whiz of the bullet. I stood and turned away from the altar to see someone I didn’t care to know pointing it at me.
