Sure, there are good things to come out of this, but what about my revenge?
“You always have to one-up me, don’t you?” I sneer at him, aiming at his face again and pulling the trigger.
Peace is here, but it came too easy.
I wanted more, but I guess in a way I have more than he will ever have.
I have a family.
I have Heather.
I’ve found heaven while my parents are going to rot in hell.
For the most part, I guess that’s the best revenge isn’t it?
Nineteen
Heather
It’s been twenty-four hours since Asher has been home, and I’m worried sick out of my mind. He called Sebastian and updated him, and apparently, he got there just in time to witness his parents' murder-suicide. I hate that for him, but I also understand how angry he is right now. He wanted to be the one to get revenge. He wanted to be the one that ended it all, and now he won’t be able to.
Sebastian got the file digitally from Officer Howard about clearing Heaven’s name, and he is already working on it. I don’t know how long that will take, but I’m glad it’s going to happen. Heaven wasn’t the one that pulled the trigger, but he found everything he needed to make a better life for himself and bring the person responsible justice.
I wait at the window for him to pull up in the car. Officer Howard had to clear things up with the local police department. He called in a favor to my dad, and my dad was able to finally clear things up. If I wanted, I could go home.
But I’m not going anywhere unless it is with Asher.
Everything is in the clear now. We can live a normal life. I hope one day he will be able to see that sometimes justice doesn’t have to be served by pulling the trigger, sometimes things just work themselves out for the better, and that’s when the good wins in the world.
“Watching the wind blow won’t have them come home earlier,” Owen says from behind me.
“I know,” I chew on my thumbnail and think I see something coming down the driveway, but I don’t. It’s just the shadow of the tree…
Because the wind is blowing.
“He’s going to be pretty bummed that he didn’t do this himself. I think he really wanted to prove to us and you that he could protect you and do what everyone else here does. He had never killed before. This was a big decision for him, and honestly, I’m glad he didn’t have to. Heaven has this…” Owen tries to find the words. “He has this super beautiful, kind, honest, happy soul, and he didn’t have that when you left.”
“But he killed the guards and was fine. Isn’t that what he said?” I asked, suddenly confused.
“He’s never had to kill someone he loves. That would have ruined him; no matter how much he hated his parents, Heaven still found a place for them in that really big sensitive heart of his. Killing his parents would have haunted him. He would put on a brave and happy face, but I think we all know better. Heaven isn’t like the rest of the guys. He is young, a bit naïve, and that’s what he loves about him. He goes with us on jobs, but we make sure he doesn’t do the killing. That’s up to me, Jaxon, and Grayson. Sebastian stays behind on his computer. Heck, even killing those guards, I bet he is going to struggle with it. It doesn’t matter that they were the bad guy. He will think, “Damn, what if they had wives or kids? What if they had brothers or sisters, and now, they have to mourn them? That’s his mind. He’s kind. He’s the fun-loving guy, the guy that wears his heart on his sleeve.”
“I love his heart exactly where it is at. It’s what makes him human, no offense, but the rest of you guys are robots sometimes.”
“I know, and it’s why when he comes home, he is going to need you the most. He gets mad at us when we treat him like a kid, but what he doesn’t understand is, he is our little brother, you know? The baby brother, the one we need to protect at all costs. We don’t want him to end up jaded like us, but I think killing those two guards might have put a dent in his armor.”
“That’s okay,” I say honestly, looking out the window and wishing that car would pull up to the house. “I’ll make sure to smooth out all of his pain and dents until he feels like himself again.” I lay my hand flat against the window when the unmarked car comes to a stop in the driveway. I spin around and dash toward the kitchen, sliding on my socks as I try to take the corner. I grab the counter for leverage, so I stop myself from falling. A few of the guys smirk at me when they see my excitement, and Sebastian is already by the door, opening it for me, and presses the button to the garage. I dash between the wall and the truck, careful to miss the mirror, so it doesn’t hit my shoulder, which still aches because of my father.
“Come on, come on, come on,” I say impatiently at the garage door as it lifts, making it sweet ass time. When there is enough room for me to duck under, I do. Heaven is out of the car in no time, not even shutting the car door. We run to one another and I slam against his chest with a hard thud, but it doesn’t even hurt because it feels to good to be in his arms again. “I’m so glad you’re home,” I say, snuggling into the warmth of his chest.
He smells…
Really bad.
I take a step back and crinkle my nose. Howard chuckles and Heaven pulls his shirt to his nose, wincing when he smells himself. “Oh my god, why didn’t you tell me?” he asks Howard.
“Because I smell just as bad. It’s why the windows are down. The care reeks.”
“How about we get in the shower?” I ask, taking his fingers in me and leading him through the garage. “I’ll bath you from head to toe.”