Page 40 of Sinister Hearts
A look of disdain crossed his defeated face. “Okay,” he pleaded, backing away from me, foot by foot, carefully.
I slammed my door shut and locked it, driving away as fast as I could, fear overcoming me. I watched as he stood there in fury, looking at my car drive away in the rearview mirror. Except when I looked back, his eyes were pitch black and he was smiling, as if he were a lunatic. I blinked and he was suddenly gone, driving away. I took a deep breath, calming myself. I turned up the music loud so Birdie wouldn’t hear me cry, drowning out my sobs and breathing through the anxiety attack.What the fuck just happened, what was that?I had no explanation for any of it. Something stirred in my soul, power and fear mixing like water and oil.
Ispent every minute I could with Faye and Birdie after I received Faye’s terrifying phone call. My secrets wanted to come out from their slumber. I was enraged and furious as my blood pulsed under my skin, trying to find some tranquility in my madness. My first initial thought was to drive down there and rip his testicles right off his body. He had balls for doing what he did to Faye. Especially in front of Birdie. I was glad my girl held her own. But my mind wondered… What if shehadn’t? What would he have done if she cowered to him like she used to. Every time I thought about it, it infuriated me. Faye attempted to talk me down from hopping into my lifted truck on a murderous path to Cravyn City with my .44 pistol, ready to take his soul. I wanted to drive down there and run my truck through his daddy’s mansion. He was a spoon-fed bastard who needed his ass kicked, and I wanted to be the one to do it.
There were only a few more months left until the divorce was settled and I was counting the days. Vadon was lucky he lived two hours away—far away from me and my wrath. After his stunt I wasn’t going to take any chances. From this point forward I would be going and I didn’t care if he knew.That scoundrel. What I really didn’t like was what Faye told me she saw in her rear view mirror. I tried to convince her she was in fight or flight and could have imagined it, but something about it didn’t sit well with me. Faye was always vague about the bastard. Not ever wanting to talk about him. I could tell the mere mention of his name was a trigger. I needed to start doing some digging on my own. Who was this bastard and why was my girl so terrified of him? He was a weakling, a mortal that could bleed.
I tucked the girls into bed and stood over Faye, rubbing her hair. I watched her sleep, exhausted from the emotional and mental turmoil of her day. It hurt to watch her sleep so peacefully, yet be so tortured by the memories of him, of me, while still wide awake. I clenched my jaw, knowing I had something to do about the pain. It still ached at my bones. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed myself a drink. I was about to take a sip of it when I noticed Ryker sitting in the living room eating what looked like a pie. A fucking pie at two a.m.
“Bro, what the fuck?” I switched on the lights and Ryker laughed, as crumbs from the pie fumbled from his mouth. “You almost died, you realize that?” I smacked him upside the head.
“Sorry, I was starving!” Ryker said, chugging a glass of milk. Creed walked in, grabbing one for himself.
“What’s with the reunion?” Creed chugged the milk from the carton. Barbaric.
“Seems like none of us can sleep.” Ryker scraped off his plate.
“Something is coming.” I sat, pouring myself black coffee.
“I feel it too, brother,” Ryker said, as we all looked at each other knowingly. We could instinctively feel something dark, darker than us, on the brink.
“Ryker, I need a favor from you.” I let the bitter coffee settle in my bitter soul.
“Name it,” he said, rinsing off his dish and cup, waiting for his orders.
“I’m at your beck and call as well, brethren. Avi has gone to Mexico to visit some family for the holidays, so I’m all yours.” Creed patted me on my shoulder.
I handed them a list of names, a list I intricately put together while the girls slept peacefully. I, on the other hand, have been up, wanting to kill this motherfucker, and the time would indeed come. “I need information. As deep as you can go, sealed documents, everything. I want this whole fucking family’s names, addresses, socials, and the last time they shit out of their asses. You guys got it?” Ryker and Creed looked like hound dogs ready to pounce.
It was a couple days after the first pick-up and Jax hovered over us like a pride of rabid lions. I tried my best to put the incident behind me, and get back to work. Birdie was safe and sound in her bed as I was getting ready for my shift. I kissed Ma goodnight and headed out. It was then I noticed my car was gone. Vanished. The panic constricted my lungs as I screamed. I fell to the ground, and the dirt underneath me felt like it suckedme in further. “Where is my car? Where is it?” I walked back and forth in the driveway in tears and instant panic.
Ma came outside, running towards me. “Mija, what is it, what’s wrong?” she asked, concerned and full of worry as she watched me crumble like the desert sand.
“He did this, he took it,” I cried out loud, heavy tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t feel my body anymore. I felt cold and numb, like I wasn’t inside my skin.
Ma grabbed me “Who?” she asked, over and over again.
“Vadon, he did this!” I screamed, hysterical. “He is trying to break me. He took it, Ma. It’s gone!” I sobbed in her arms. “How will I get to work? I have so many filing fees to pay off. That evil piece of shit. He did this on purpose.”
Ma led me back inside as I sat bundled up on the couch, still in shock after calling in and letting Billy know what happened.
“Why would he do this?” Ma asked me in shock.
“Because I didn’t give in to him,” I replied, shaking on the couch. This was a punishment. His wrath was a bitter taste on my tongue.
“What are you saying, Faye?” Ma was so perplexed by my words.
“I didn’t want to get back with him, so he took my car.” Silence stilled me as soon as the words left my lips. This is what men like Vadon did. They put you high on a pedestal, and as soon as they no longer had control over you anymore, they left you with nothing. Out of spite, out of anger, and hate. Vadon was the essence of true evil wearing a skin suit. He was an avatar walking the earth like he had a heart. But it was an illusion. An illusion I saw so clearly now. Like the blinders had been taken off. He failed to take Birdie from me, so he took the only thing he could that would break me. My vehicle. A piece of my independence. The same vehicle that got me to work and home everyday. The same vehicle that gave me the capabilityto provide a livelihood for Birdie. The same vehicle our child depended on. He knew. He did this not just to me, but to her. This motherfucker was still punishing me, his chains still locked to my ankles. I would never be free, would I? From his mental torment, his evil grasp over my life, over me.
I ran outside and called Vadon.
“Hello, soon to be ex-wife.” His tone was manipulative and evil.
“Where is it?” I asked, demanding answers from him.
“What are you talking about now, Faye?” Vadon sounded amused at my desperation.
“My fucking car! You know, the car you and I both agreed upon that I would keep so I could get on my feet and save up for a place for Birdie? Where the fuck is it, Vadon!?” I screamed into the phone as he laughed, full of venom.
