I smirk while crumpling the card in my fist. Crushing that bratty bitch will be far more satisfying than ever. And the reward that waits for me is worth the effort, that hot pussy already old and dull in my mind since it’s been used so many times by those unskilled boys.
She’s probably fucking one of them right now. She’s just like her mother. She’ll move on quickly from the death of Ophelia and hop right into the sack with the first boy who will grant her security. Knowing her so personally will make this death sweeter. I try to imagine what I’ll do and how I’ll accomplish it, but my plans are interrupted by the possibility of my life ending.
I’ve got myself quite mixed up. And it’s up to me to untangle the web that’s quickly spinning around me.
I’m right about the Macedon families being delicate. Each one is an intricate system in need of the right tapping to be pried apart. Not just any ice pick will do. It has to be efficient and swift. It has to be positioned at just the right crack in the foundation for it to crumble with satisfaction.
Just like Alexandra. I’ll make her beg and then offer her hope, edging her on the brink of relief until it’s time to end her suffering.
While tucking the card into my pocket, I think of her mother, feeling a small pang of guilt over her life ending in such a disgusting way. Ophelia was always one for being dramatic, but even that was a stretch, putting her down in front of so many people.
I suppose they will all be extra vigilant now. I start the car and turn up the air conditioning, trying to cool myself from the intense encounter inside Thasos. With the Persian’s personal hit man breathing down my neck, I have to make sure I delivered all my promises. It’s not hard, Amos. Pull your head out of your ass. Put it into the game.
Your fucking life depends on it.