Page 16 of Lost
“I got it,” Caleb says, his eyes tracking the GPS on his phone.
She’s in what looks like a home an hour away from Minneapolis. The hours have been flying since she was taken, and the sun is low in the sky.
“What does that mean?” Nova asks.
“Your sister is trained to kill people and we found that she likes doing it,” I reply. “John and Louise are going to be a figment of your imagination by the time she’s done with them. If you want them alive, now is the time to say something.”
“Alive? Those people have made my life hell?—“
“You misunderstand,” I rumble. “If you want a chance to hurt them in return, you need to tell me so I can text her. I don’t know if she’ll see the message in time, but I can try so that you can get your revenge, Princess.”
“Oh,” she whispers. “No. Dead is dead to me. Thank you though.”
Caleb and I share a glance before we nod. They’ll definitely be dead by the time Hollis is done with them. We may even have trouble identifying either person.
Hollis doesn’t take kindly to being fucked with. The fact that they took her sister means she’ll have initiative to make it hurt.
Do your worst, Hollis. I know how to get your humanity back.
HOLLIS
My bare feet curl into the soft carpet as I gaze down at my captives, watching their surprise as they attempt to process my words.
“I’m not Nova,” I say patiently, trading out the gun for my knife. I enjoy hurting people in close quarters with it more, and I expect that neither of them are trained to withstand torture.
They’re used to being the ones to hurt others, so the flip end of this is anathema to them.
“Why did you steal her?” I ask. “We were both in our bassinets that night side by side. You admitted it in the basement, and I know what I heard so don’t deny it.”
Moving over to Louise, I pull her hair at her dispassionate expression and use the knife to slice off her ear.
“I will continue to remove body parts until I get my answers. I have people coming for me, and trust me when I say that you don’t want them to take over for me,” I say, slicing down both of Louise’ arms when she moves to hit me.
“You’re the other sister,” John says dully, not moving a muscle. “Paul Edwards is your father.”
“He is,” I state with an evil smile. “I have the full force of the Irish mafia’s power behind me today, and Nova was never as forgotten as you thought she was.”
“I… Mr. Domino wanted to infiltrate and fuck over your family,” Louise says. The need for rope and bindings doesn’t seem necessary as the weight of their actions falls over her. There’s a shocked look in their faces as they realize how badly they’ve fucked themselves. “Is he dead?”
“As a doornail,” I say callously. “Your employer is dead and I don’t think his sons will appreciate that it happened on your watch. I’m unsure of who is scarier honestly.”
“His sons,” John says immediately. “How did you get away from him? Louise and I tied you ourselves.”
“One of you sucks at knots,” I grunt, smirking as Louise goes pale. “What are your real names?”
“Turbis and Louisa Franco,” he breathes. “Fuck. If we’re going to die anyway, may as well do it with a clear conscience.”
“She may make it hurt more,” Louisa mutters.
“You’ll just have to wait and find out,” I say, stabbing her exposed thigh and dragging it up as she screams.
The beige fabric couch is quickly being stained red, and I’m enjoying my new role as interior designer.
Her screams are delicious, and I allow the ice that hides my emotions to crack so that my crazy can shine through.
“Class is now in session,” I murmur. “Lie to me, and I’ll make it hurt. Give me a half assed answer, and I’ll make you regret it. Now, why did Domino want to hurt my family?”
“Of all the senior families, he seemed to be the most aloof and kind,” Turbis says. “Domino doesn’t respect that.”
