Page 119 of No Saint

It feels like forever before I finally make it to the long road that would head to the house but I can see it. A small dot on the top of the cliff.

My Amelia.

My wife.

I press hard on the gas, screeching up the clifftop road and then slam on my brakes when I finally make it to the courtyard outside the house.

The door has been kicked open.

I thunder towards it, skidding to a stop on the tiles in the foyer.

“Where is she!?” I demand, finding Enzo crouched at a small puddle of blood near to the entrance of the kitchen. My eyes find the small bloody handprint on the wall.

“Where is she!?”I roar, “Where is my wife!?”

Enzo lifts from his crouch, staring at me with regret and then he shakes his head. Atlas thunders in behind, seeing what I am. “Where?”

Enzo shakes his head at my brother.

“She’s not gone,” I growl, “No, did you check the panic room!?”

Enzo steps up to me and grasps my shoulder, squeezing, a sign of sympathy.

“Amelia!” I shout, shaking off the hand. No, no she wasn’t gone.

I barge past my man, hearing them follow and follow the blood. There were smears of it on the floor, bare footprints and handprints on the wall. Was this her blood?

I find the dead man in the kitchen and almost slip on his cooling blood, but I don’t stop as I rip my house apart, her name a hoarse shout on my lips as I call it again and again.

She couldn’t be gone.

“Amelia!”

“Brother!” Atlas yanks me back, “She isn’t here.”

I turn on him, “It was you!”

His face twists in shock, “What?”

I slam my fist into his face, “It’s you isn’t it. You planned this. You’re the one against me!”

He fights back, blocking a hit while landing one of his own against my jaw.

“What the fuck!?” He bellows.

“You think I don’t know! You think I don’t see your hatred!”

It was clicking together. How the men in the basement had stared at his face. How Amelia had acted when she was in the hospital, and he arrived.

They knew his face.

It was him conspiring against me. It was fucking him!

Arms wrap around me, stopping me from going after him again while Devon grabs Atlas. I thrash to get away from Enzo, to get to Atlas, to fuckingendhim.

“Where is she?Where is my wife!?” I roar.

“I don’t fucking know!” Atlas spits blood.

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