Epilogue
EPILOGUE
BANE
“ W hy do you think he’s ghosted me? Hm?” I ask the man tied to the chair. He’s lost part of his scalp and one of his eyes, but I’ve left his ears. I know he can hear me. I’ve left them on for that very purpose.
I need someone to really listen .
“Teddy says he was leading me on—got what he wanted and then took off. But hey, I didn’t give him anything . Except for my ass and my mouth, but…” I sigh and pick up my phone, staring down at my messages that are just sitting there—unanswered.
I hold it up to the man in the chair and when he doesn’t answer, I wrench his head back, blood oozing from his scalp.
“Take a good look and give me your opinion.”
The man moans. Very unhelpful indeed.
“Come on, Carl. I know you have an opinion. Telling me the truth won’t make you any less dead.”
When he doesn’t answer me, I let his head flop down, and stare down at my bloodied hands.
Hm. I do like that color. I want it on a car.
A bone car. One I can use to transport victims to and from the property. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. Even have an auto shop picked out—a referral from Anthony, of course.
My dream can come true.
One of them at least.
I sigh and then stare back down at my phone.
“I should just…I shouldn’t unblock him, right? Teddy would be so disappointed in me.”
The man moans, and I peer over at him.
“You’re very unhelpful, Carl. I mean, why keep you alive if you’re just going to be such a crybaby?”
I pick up a saw and turn it on, the whirl of the machine making my blood zing with excitement. I’m over this guy. He already gave Anthony what he wanted. And since he hasn’t helped me at all, I think it’s time to just be done with it.
“Time to meet your maker, you cunt.”
I let out a loud laugh as the blade meets flesh and bone.
And when the top half of the man falls to floor, the bottom still tied to the chair, I turn the saw off and step back, deciding which parts to keep and which to dissolve. I have quite the collection. I love adding to it.
It’s quite the hobby.
With a flick of my fingers, I wipe the blood from my skin, watching the rest swirl and disappear down the drain.
“Well, now I have to shower,” I murmur as I take a step backward. “Good thing I got that new soap. Really smells nice…”
As I say this, something stings my neck and the room suddenly starts to spin.
My body sags to the right slightly, and strong arms grab me and hold me up.
“Wh—” I begin, but my mouth is slack, my tongue almost two sizes too big. This is not good , I think as I start to fade into the blackness .
And as I do, I hear my name—a whisper.
In a Russian accent.
Thank you Eliot Grayson for letting me borrow Declan, Blake and Tony the Tiger. They were so fun to include in this book. If you’d like to read more about them you can find them here.
Lucky or Knot (Tony the Tiger)
The Alpha’s Gamble (Blake and Declan)