34
“Can you repeat the names?”
I grind my teeth, knowing Remo will be holding this over me, but I will take it knowing I am going to be leaving not one but hundreds of funerals for Ambrose at this point.
I gave her a couple of days to come to terms with what we had done when we slept together, but I didn’t expect her to lash out and be angry at the small information I let slip so she could figure out a part of me.
Not because I was a coward, but I feared she would walk the other way, and I would rather not use crude ways to keep her.
Remo advised me against it.
It’s crazy how fast Remo accepted my new mission, but I think what Aurora saw in that sleepover night has also made an impact on Remo. She definitely told him. It’s exactly what I wanted, and it played right into my hands.
After all, I was the one who’d orchestrated it all; the idea and the very reason Ambrose was invited to the Cainn mansion for the first time that night.
She doesn’t know what I am doing to keep us together, what I am doing to keep her life together, and yet she still speaks of giving up.
Clearly, I left some loose ends.
It’s time I clear those up.
“The Madden sisters. They need to go.”
Remo raises his brows at the names.
“I’m sure you know who they are. Do you have a plan in motion to keep this under wraps? You don’t think Ambrose will walk away once she finds out? She isn’t as forgiving as Aurora.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “There will be no one else for me like this. There is no second Ambrose.”
“That’s also correct.” He drops his fist on the table and taps his finger. The moment it hits the third tap, he will have a solution.
After all, isn’t this how we climbed to the top?
“Celebration party of Lanon’s new role as deputy leader in the Labour party?”
I nod at the location of the party.
Five minutes pass by and another tap on the desk from Remo.
Two minutes and the final tape echoes.
Remo looks right at me, our eyes clash, and we both smile.
He’s here with his wife.
“Target secured.”
Both Remo and I lift the champagne cups to our lips as we watch Mr Fox Madden, the very legend of the famous pharmaceutical in Britain.
The celebration party is held on the highest floor of the Shard. There are politicians present all around, the Labour party members, shareholders of Madden Pharmaceutical, and its investors. Of course Remo made it here. Didn’t he build half of these people in here? Money in their parties, acquiring islands, most wanted art pieces for the party members and the billions Remo has put into their elections will of course have them on his side. His investments in them are all worth it because here he stands, among the elites, the most prized people in the country, and despite their power and position, he is by far the most powerful.
Remo is the monster of the business world.
We wait until Fox is free, then Remo approaches him. He’s tall with white cropped hair, a good figure for his mid-sixties, a significant number of wrinkles on his face, and a little fluffy moustache. Kind of reminds me of Mace Torre, Ambrose’s father. Poor him. He left very early.
Thanks to yours truly.
Remo starts to murmur in his ear, Fox smiles and laughs, then Remo lets a small laugh slip, knowing how much he is deceiving him.
I let him do all the talking, knowing he is telling him that he should stay long here, that this party is going to be the talk of the town. Buttering him up in simple terms so that he gets wasted.
The new glass in Remo’s hand? It is drugged.
Remo hands him the glass, and Fox downs it all in one go. Remo nods and walks back towards me, standing in the shadows.
“Done. Get the fuck out of here now.”
I hit Remo on his head, making his head snap to me in a glare.
“Sometimes you just gotta relax, man.” I wink at him, his glare hardens.
“Have a drink, go home, and let Aurora bake something sweet for you. She puts enough drugs in those to make you like her.”
Remo grabs the front of my shirt as he sneers down at me. “Don’t you fucking say that you like her now after the shit you pulled,” he snarls, then lets me go.
“Get the fuck out of here before I punch you and ruin that pretty face.”
“So you think I’m pretty?”
“Helia!”
“I’m going. Aurora might make you sleep in the living room tonight if you stay this grumpy, though.”
He lunges for me, but I rush away, my laughter booming down the hallway as I make my way towards the elevator.
I disable the signal on my phone, then put on a balaclava, my hoodie, black jeans, and boots, and I am on my way to the apartment the sisters share. They couldn’t go out tonight due to a stomach flu they all got.
What a pity that theirs drink from their regular cafe had some extreme ingredients in them.
I walk past security, easily climbing up the residential tower owned by Fox Madden himself. As I reach their apartment door, I pull out my phone and disable the cameras, then drop a message to Remo to let him know I am here.
Taking out a duplicate of their key card, I swipe it, and it clicks open.
The apartment is cloaked in darkness when I softly make my way inside. From what I know, there are three bedrooms, so I need to gather them all in one.
As soon as I enter through the first bedroom, I take out a white cloth and dip it in the chloroform bottle before walking up to the bed and pressing it against the woman’s mouth.
She jerks awake. Her eyes snap to me, panicked, and she thrashes in her bed, her nails scratching my gloved hand, but I press harder and wait. A second goes by. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she goes limp.
I repeat the process for the others, then carry them into one room. They are already wearing tank tops and shorts, so I don’t need to go the extra length to change them into something else.
I didn’t want to undress them. I’m not going to do that to Ambrose.
She will kill me if she saw me look at another woman’s body.
A chuckle escapes me just thinking of her placing her hands on her hips and lifting her brow at me, silently demanding for me to explain myself.
My cute little tigress.
Placing a chair in front of the three tied up sisters, I wait. I’ve gathered all the things already.
After twenty minutes or so, they will be awake.
My phone pings, and I take it out to see a message from Ambrose. I sit up straight.
Emerald:Seriously? Another note? Why can’t you leave me alone?
Attached with this message is a picture of the note I left her that said: You sleep pretty.
Me:You do. It’s not a lie.
Emerald:*middle finger emoji*
A laugh booms out of me, making one of the ladies jerk.
Me:I’ll take anything you give me. Even tonight when I will be there to have my fill of you.
Emerald: I will have my doors locked.
Me: That won’t keep me out.
A grunt pulls me out of my little bubble, and I see the sisters wake up. The minute they all do, their eyes widen. Their muffled screams alert the others of their presence, and they shake and scream.
But their lips are taped. Their ankles are tied to the legs of the chair. Their hands are bound behind them.
“Shh, these screams might make me take out your vocals before I even do anything.”
That shuts them up real quick.
“I will be super quick, since my girl is waiting for me.” I get up, rotating the heating device in my hand.
“You hurt something precious to me, and now I just need to take a little revenge. Just with the same principles, because we don’t discriminate around here.” I lift the burning hair straightener in my hand, and their eyes widen.
“You hurt people, and I despise people like you. People who use their power and their money to do whatever you please.”
I get in the middle one’s face. Layla Madden, the powerhouse of this trio. I lift her chin with the burning end of the iron. Her scream pierces the silence, her eyes scrunching shut.
“You hurt Ambrose. You made her hate herself, and that’s more than enough reason to get rid of you. I originally thought it was just a case of light bullying, but then I saw the marks, the burns, and the cuts, and it made my blood fucking boil.” I press harder, hearing the skin burn.
Her other sisters are throwing a fit, screaming and thrashing in their chairs at me.
“Silence!” I shout.
They quieten, but their whimpers continue.
And I begin, with their arms, then their legs, burning, cutting them open, and keeping them alive and conscious through this pain. This is exactly what Ambrose felt when they did this to her. I continue for three hours until their bodies are no longer holding them up.
I grab a knife and slice their wrists, their ankles, and then slide one clean cut across their necks, enough to kill them but not enough for their heads to roll off. Once done, I set down my knife and take a step back.
I take out my phone and dial a number.
“Come and clean this shit. I got somewhere to be.”
I will reactivate the cameras tomorrow morning.
Now, I need to be with Ambrose. Once the news hits, she will realise what I did for her.
I rush towards Remo’s home, running past Aurora, who opens the door for me. I walk to my bedroom in the house and change into a simple black t-shirt and black jeans and then head back out. It would have taken me too long if I went to my own house, and I want to make it before she is asleep.
As soon as I am in her back garden, I see that she is in her final steps of yoga, so I quickly look around and climb up her balcony. As soon as my shoes hit the floor, her head snaps to me.
She rises and puts her yoga mat away.
“Not even trying to hide yourself now. Good one.” She sighs and walks away from me towards the toilet.
I rush to her and grab her wrist, spinning her around, pulling her against my chest.
“Didn’t you miss me today?”
She fights me to get me to let her go, but it won’t work.
Dipping my head down, I look into her scorching hot eyes. “I will work hard at asking for forgiveness from you, Ambrose.”
“If you know I am mad at you, then why are you still holding me? Don’t you know you repulse me now?” Her eyes narrow, making me smile.
There’s my little emerald.
“Be mad at me from my embrace. Be mad at me while I kiss you.”
Then I kiss her. She fights it at first, but then she melts into the kiss.
She kisses me harsher and bites my lip, bursting my lip open, then sucks the blood, making me moan. I lift her off the ground, and her legs wrap around me as I walk us towards her bathroom. I let her go, and she stands in front of me. I remove her sports bra, take off her leggings, then take off my clothes, and we stand naked in front of each other.
My eyes take in my fill of her, her perky breasts, her long legs, perfectly manicured nails, and her blond hair that cascades down her back. With every breath she takes, her breasts bounce softly. I also see the marks all over her body, but they don’t faze me nor bother me.
I also see the faint hickeys I left around her breasts and on her neck.
I reach out, softly running a finger over the fading marks.
“You look good with my marks on you.”
She slaps my hand away and walks to the shower. My eyes stay trained on her ass.
And I follow.
As soon as the shower turns on, and I step in behind her, I snake an arm around her waist and pull her to me.
“Now that you have given me every inch of yourself, I can’t let you go, Ambrose. It never was only physical with you. My raw emotions were dripping for you to take your fill.” I murmur.
The bathroom starts to steam up.
“It was me admitting you in my life, knowing how much danger I would be in if I were to say in London longer than two years, yet here I am, making the impossible possible for you. Here I am laying myself bare for you. Take everything from me, Ambrose, but please forgive me, baby.”
I place a kiss on her shoulder.
“Please forgive, Ambrose,” I murmur. “Do you forgive me?”
She shakes her head. But it doesn’t matter. She will.
I place kisses all over her body, on any inch of skin I can reach, to let her know that I’m sorry if I hurt her. I won’t fuck her but being close with her brings me immense peace and I can’t let that go.
After the shower, I wrap her in a towel, then myself, I turn her towards the mirror and grab a comb.
And I comb her hair.
“Tell me what that little attitude was about earlier. Hmm?”
She scowls at me through the mirror. “Do you expect me to be nice and sweet to you?”
I smile with a shake of my head. “No, I like you just the way you are, hard edges, two-edged knife, and a little minx.”
Her scowl slowly melts at my words while her hands grab hold of the edge of the counter in front of us.
“You are perfect for me.” I place another kiss on her shoulder.
“Why do you keep kissing me there?” She surprises me.
I look at her through the mirror and grin.
“Because you close your eyes for a mere second when I do that, and I love that look on your face.”
She instantly scowls again. I grab her chin and turn her around. She crosses her arms.
“Stop it,” she grits out.
“Stop what?” I smile.
“Sweet talking your way through. It won’t work.” Pushing my shoulder, she walks out.
“It won’t? You sure?” I ask, following her.
She doesn’t answer as she walks into her walk-in closet.
“No. You hurt me, Helia. How could I recover from that?” Her voice quivers ever so slightly, making my heart ache.
“I know, and I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have kept two faces, but once I did, I couldn’t stop. You intrigued me in a way no one else ever has. How could a woman who looks so strong and confident look so fragile? How could she make my heart burn yet ache at the same time?”
She turns around as soon as those words leave my lips. “A woman you should have left alone.” Her eyes turn sad. They dim as she takes a shaky breath in.
I grab her cheeks in my hands and kiss her on her lips.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
She shakes her head and steps out of my hold. “It won’t work. Please. Stop.” She turns me around and changes before she throws my clothes at my face.
She walks out, and I quickly dress and follow her.
She’s lying on her bed, facing the balcony.
My emerald looks sad.
I climb in behind her and hug her from behind her, pulling her closer to me.
“I’ll fix it. I’ll fix us. I promise.”