Tonight is the night I’ve been waiting for. I’ve spent weeks planning and plotting each of the Irish’s demise. I’ve sat back and pulled strings, watching each of my pawns move across the board, letting them think they have the choice over their next move.
Slowly, I’ve been plucking off members of the Irish mob. Making it look like rival attacks from lower mobs threatened by their power. Oh no, Damon, your worst nightmare is coming, and he’s a man now. No longer a boy who watched you take the one man he adored.
My next kill for tonight was closer to the front door hiding along the side of the house. I creep along the wet concrete as the thunder bellowed and the rain fell. 1,2,3 the lightning strikes. I waited again for the next clap of thunder. It came 40 seconds after the first clap. I waited 1,2,3 lighting strike again then repeated another 40 seconds later. Thank you, mother nature, for being on time. With the next belt of thunder, I leapt from my hiding spot, my blade running through his throat as his eyes burned into mine. His body tensed then fell, and he gurgled on his blood as I watched the death glaze flood his stunned eyes. The blood pooled around my feet as it exited his body. Wiping my knife on my jeans, I place it back in my sheath on my hip, pull my hoodie back over the sheath and pull the note from my pocket. With a smear of blood attached, I tack it to his front door.
Riddle me this… They gave you everything... You gave them nothing but silent echoes of pain. Can you feel the sandman... He’s coming. Are you sleeping or waking?
Power washes over me as I walk from the front steps toward the back wall. I pick up a rock from the garden and get ready to throw it through the lounge window. Petty? Yes. Alerting them to the fact that I have been, and they didn’t even know it. Men were killed. Their blood mixing with the rain over the grounds they failed to protect.
It’s then that I see her. Her fire-red hair is falling in damp curls around her as she sits alone. She’s in the dark under a small courtyard canopy. Her arms are wrapped around her knees, pulled tight to her chest. Could she really be here? Is it her, really?
Why the hell is she here? How is she here?
Rubbing my hands over my eyes, swiping the water from my vision, I shake out the bloodlust and place the beast back to sleep. I step closer to this beauty as I need to know if it’s her or a ghost. She’s dressed in white. The fabric sticks to her skin as the rain falls like her silent tears that fall down her beautiful face. Why is she here, and why is she crying?
My hand falls to my gun. Either my mind is fucking with me or one of his team is the girl I’ve been worshipping in the nighttime hours. She is indeed sitting in this sicko’s compound. Stepping closer as I may just need to fire, I’d much rather slice, but shit, if it calls for a bullet then a bullet it is.
The closer I get the more my mind screams no, it isn’t so. It’s her. The girl from the coffee shop. The girl that runs around the lake. The woman who has invaded all of my waking hours.
Crouching down in the shadows, so I could just watch her, sitting there alone in the dark. Her small body is trembling with sobs and the harsh pelt of cold rain. It has me wanting to take off my clothes give them to her and steal her from this hellhole. But why... why is this the place she has to be the night I’m here to kill and destroy.
I’m hesitating. I should kill her, but I just can’t seem to do it. It’s solely for my own benefit because I love to watch her.
Sitting there in the rain, still, silent bar her sobs and the rain. The lightning and thunder had all but disappeared, it was just us and the dark.
She is so fucking sexy. I couldn’t ignore that fact. I glanced at her slowly rising chest, then stood up and walked over to her. I knew I shouldn’t, I knew I should leave before they are alerted to the two dead men in the front yard and the note on the door. I can’t though. I slowly closed the space between us. She was gorgeous. Her hair was thick, bright red and shining in the dim lights falling around her from the fairy lights pinned to the courtyard roof. I couldn’t stop staring at her. My heart beat so fast and my cock hummed under the weight of my heavy, wet, denim jeans. I shook my head, then took a step away from her while still staring at her body. No way could I be this close without something bad happening. As I stepped back, she looked up. “I am coming in. Just give me five more minutes,” she said to my figure concealed by the dark and I looked around checking no one else is there. “I said five more minutes. You don’t need to stand there and count. Tell him I am just in the garden.” Her voice cracks over the sad tones of emotions leaving her body. She sounds broken. I stepped from the shadows toward her. “I said I’ll be in soon. Just leave me alone.” I really can’t have her talking if I want to stay watching her, so I take the plunge and step into her line of vision, my hands up showing her I am of no threat to her.
“Shhhh, don’t scream,” I say crouching down in front of her. “Who the hell are you?” she asks me, her voice a whimper this time but not concealing her shock.
“I’m no one but I’m everyone,” I say to her. I watch her look around for the security team. “I killed them,” I say taking her hand in mine. I needed to touch her. She pulls back “You did what?” Her voice is an angered whisper now. “Killed them,” I said bluntly. “Um, ok and why?” Her body moves back on the seat. I see the flight thought wash through her eyes. I can’t have her running inside… not yet. “Riddle me this…Not all is as it seems. Inside the light always looms a dark.”
Her eyes go wide as her brain pieces that piece of information together.
“Ahh, you’re the silent killer, the tormentor of his soul and the reason for all the extra men that you seem to just kill anyway.”
Smiling as I bring myself closer to her while still hunched down on my legs, I stay hidden behind her body. I don’t want to blow her up with pellets if they see me and open fire.
“I am,” I say to her. “And you’re the guy that watches me from the coffee shop.” For the first time, I actually get to look into her eyes as her head rises from her knees showing me the most incredible green color with streaks of yellow. “Why are you crying?” I say wiping a tear that’s falling down her cheek. She doesn’t flinch back from my touch, she doesn’t cower. She’s not scared of me, but she should be. I could slit her throat. Right here, right now. Let her fall into a pool of her own beautiful blood that I bet is a deep rich red.
“Why do you care?” she says fast, her eyes slipping from mine and staring past me into the dark.
“I care because I am a man and you’re a woman. You shouldn’t be in the dark in the rain crying.”
“Who are you?” she asked me, her eyes still filled with unshed tears lock with mine as my hand reaches out cupping her porcelain skin.
“I told you already. I’m no one but everyone.”
“No. Who are you? Why are you doing this?” I glanced down, not sure what I should tell her. I want her to trust me. For some strange, stupid reason I want her. I don’t want anything but vengeance, death and blood. I want the screams of Damon to walk inside my mind at night, not the sobs of my mother or the gurgling sound of my dying father and brother.