Page 7 of Her Reckoning
I can feel the heat rush up to my cheeks as I read the message and blow a kiss at the camera. While I know he has been watching me for a while, this is the first time that I have felt safe with the feeling of eyes on me while I commit crimes. Frustrated at the lack of information, I shoot him in the side of the knee causing him to pass out from the pain.
TEXT MESSAGE:
FROM: Pussy Tamer
Message: here
I look up from the message at the sound of tires against the dirt driveway and smile. He was faster than he expected and he wanted to let me know so he didn’t surprise me. Considering the lack of consciousness of my victim, I place the nail gun down and watch for his re-entry into the room.
“Kitten, the housekeeper at the estate is out west visiting family, let’s take him to your old home and then burn it to theground. When you have the necessary answers, we will set it ablaze,” He excitedly spills out as he walks to me, pulling me into his arms without a care in the world about the blood splatter all over me. I take in the information and nod, unable to verbalize the response. Everything I care about is in my apartment, but there is enough of my stuff there that it will not look as if I started the fire.
“Perfect, he just passed out so we have time to move him.” I agree to the plan but wait for Zo’s lead since I never moved any of my previous victims on my bike. Zo starts by putting a bag over his head to block his vision and then he unties and re-secures his wrists behind his back. Without much effort, he heaves Josh over his shoulder and we leave the barn, bound for the family estate. The ride was quiet with the hum of excitement in the car. We rode hand-in-hand. Pulling up through the gate, I smile entering the property for the first time since I was six and we moved here.
“Less is handling the tech side making sure that there is no trace of us coming to the property tonight. We will set up in the dining room for the most space,” Zo tells me as we park the car. I take my final look at the mansion, and I am happy that the housekeeper lives on the other side of the property where the fire shouldn’t spread. He sets up Josh on a wooden chair in the middle of the room before handing me a thin, sharp knife. He grabs a bottle of wine from the wall, uncorks it, and dumps it over his head, stirring him awake.
“You bitch, it should have been you that I sold!” He spats at me with menace written on his face. I laugh in response, taking his pinky finger from one hand with the knife and throwing it at his feet. He screams and Zo just stares at me, lust building in his frame. Using the tip of the knife, I create fine, shallow slices vertically on his shins.
“Tell me, and this ends. Don’t, and I will destroy your psyche before I end your life,” I say with a serious look on my face and an edge to my tone. He breathes, weighing his options and understanding the severity of his situation as I drag the backside of the knife over where his cock hides and he pisses himself in fear.
“F-Fuck, fine… My only contact was with Anton and Fabbri when I handed over her unconscious body. I didn’t know what they were going to do,” He finally stutters out and the world goes black around me.
8
Chapter 8
Enzo
“Light can spark life and sparks can take it away.”
Those crazy bastards are running a skin trade right under us with locals, and Aldo is going to be pissed. The moment he admitted what she wanted to hear, she began drilling into his teeth, one by one. He screams with each nerve that gets ripped out as it gets caught in the drill from her angled trajectory. Once he passes out from the intensity of the nerve pain, she begins slicing the skin from his bones piece by piece until he looks like a prop for a medical school. Only when he stops bleeding does she finally plunge the knife through each of his eyes before stepping back, her chest heaving. We spill alcohol throughout the house and prepare to light it on fire when I send off a text to Less to open the gate and cut the power so it will take longer for responders to get to the property.
“Time to go, Kitten. We can get back to your place so you can get some rest before the cops come calling,” I tell her as we light the birthday candles in the main rooms on the ground floor. She leans into me, exhausted but one step closer to the answers she needs to move on. When we pull into the apartment, Gio has already helped get her bike clean and back in its place. We walk into the room greeted by Potato and I smile giving him the attention that he clearly craves.
“Yes, Potato and I will come live with you in your house. I am about to get some extra time off to deal with the burned-down estate if we want to move stuff over tomorrow.” I pull her into my arms and spin her around in pure joy. She said yes to me. We are going to live together like a real family, the three of us.
“Let’s shower quickly and then go lay down,” I say as I carry her to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. We shower expediently, throw our dirty clothes in the wash, and curl up in bed with Potato. I am still worked up over watching her kill that douche canoe that I need to wind down without disturbing her. Given the extra time, and how excited I am about us moving in together, I purchase a new desk online to turn the spare room into an office for her to be able to work in. Along with the new desk, I order Potato a custom cat tree so he feels more at home.
She sleeps for a few hours before her phone starts going off on her nightstand. I grab her phone and gently wake her.
“I need to speak with Kat Moore,” the masculine voice on the other end says.
“Speaking,” she answers sleepily. Blinking the drowsiness from her eyes she listens intently.
“There was a fire, Ms. Moore, at the Wilson Estate and we found a body burned inside. We were hoping that it wasn’t you given there was no record of you coming out to the house and staying the night since before the accident.” He spoke to her in a matter-of-fact tone and I caressed her bare arm in comfort.
“I don’t think there was anyone who was supposed to be at the house, but Mr. Anders should have a list of every person who has access to the property,” she shares while waiting for more direction.
“Thank you, Can you come to the station tomorrow and fill out some paperwork for us?” He asks her without missing a beat. She leans back into my arms, relaxing at the idea that she is not needed right now.
TEXT MESSAGE:
To: Mrs. Tracey
Message: The family will need your representation for Kat Moore tomorrow in regard to the Wilson Estate fire. Please make yourself available.
“Sure, I’ll be by tomorrow,” She answers before closing her eyes as the call ends. We fall back into each other’s arms and go to sleep, her soft snores sounding as I drift off.
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