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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The soft meow of Potato in search of more food wakes us both up after a few hours.
After refilling his dish, I start the coffee, pull out the pan, and make breakfast. She finally leaves bed as I plate her eggs and set them on the island for her to enjoy.
I set the fresh cup of coffee with creamer in front of her before I start to cook my eggs.
“Good Morning, beautiful. The family attorney will go with you for questions today after we relocate Potato to his new home.” I update her on the plans for the day while she drinks the coffee. She contemplates the words that I said before nodding in agreement.
“When do you want to head over?” She asks, hope filling her voice as she takes a bite. I take the seat next to her and we enjoy our breakfast together in comfortable silence while Potato purrs in the corner while eating.
“Before you go give your statement so Potato has time to adjust before bedtime,” I answer while we finish breakfast. I start to wash the dishes as she packs her first bags, smiling from ear to ear.
She sets the bags down and cleans out the litter box to take with us.
Without missing a beat, she grabs Potato and carefully places him in the carrier to transport him safely.
She kisses my cheek as we walk the items out to our cars and load everything she will need into my car.
“Ready to see your new home?” I ask, hope in my voice like never before.
The idea of not having to be apart from her again warms my heart.
We hold hands the entire way from the apartment to our house on the nice side of town in the center of the family’s territory and park in the garage.
She steps out of the car to grab Potato out of the back seat and I grab the litter box.
As soon as we walk through the mud room, I close the garage and enter the living room.
I set down the carrier, place the litter box in the mudroom in view of Potato, and release him.
He hesitates at first but then goes to explore the area while I give her the tour.
We go from the open kitchen to the spare room that will become her own office.
TEXT MESSAGE:
From: Mrs. Tracey
Message: I can meet her there at 2:00 PM. She is not to speak to them or sign anything without my prior approval.
We unload her stuff from the car into our room and she puts away her clothes, smiling the entire time as I watch her from bed.
The calm of having this space with her settles with each item she unpacks.
I can see our lives blending together, from evenings spent on the couch laughing with each other to nights covered in the blood of those who deserve to die.
She is my everything, and without her, my life would be obsolete, leaving me adrift without purpose.
As she goes to walk past me to her side of the bed, I clasp her wrist, push her against the wall, and cage her in with my arms.
“If we didn’t have places to be today, I would fuck you in every room of this house to celebrate us moving in together, but you have an appointment to keep and I know you would feel more comfortable if we picked up your car,” I whisper in her ear before placing a stream of kisses up her throat to her lips.
She lifts onto her tiptoes to deepen the kiss, pulling a groan from me.
I grab her by the throat, pushing her back as I increase the passion in the kiss, nearly losing myself in the bliss of her lips.
“Fucking hell, you are trouble of the best kind,” I say breathlessly.
We make sure the mudroom door is closed and walk to the car holding hands because I cannot make myself let her go.
The car ride back to her apartment building is comfortable silence and stolen kisses at stop lights.
Parking my car in the open space across the lot from hers, I watch and wait for her to safely get in her car so she can go to the station.
She opens the door, sits down and goes to start her car when an explosion of light flashes followed by a deafening boom.
The world stops spinning, but not the ringing in my ear. I wobble on my feet trying to get to the car when Less rounds the corner, holding me back. With the car fully engulfed in flames, I know she is gone, and just like her car, our future goes up in flames.