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“Yeah, two secs.” Leah starts taking her hair down and pulling her hair grips out.
“Aleksy taught me when we were back in school. It might not work though, that was a while ago and maybe the lock is a new model?” She starts talking faster and faster.
I squeeze her leg and dip my head so we're at eye level. “If you can’t, I will break it down. Nothing is getting between us and our baby. Okay? Trust me.”
Her eyes go a little harder and she nods. Me, Casimira and Michael get out of the car whilst Leah waits as a lookout. Michael hops the side gate so he can enter through the back when I come through the front. Casimira gets to work as quietly as possible. She's crouched down fiddling with the lock whilst I scan the surroundings. It feels like a lifetime but finally, I hear a faint click. She drops her head, resting it against the door and letting out a long unsteady breath.
I send Michael a text letting him know he’s clear to go in. I take Casimira by the shoulder, motioning my head for her to get behind me. I don’t waste any more time. I shove the door open at the same moment I hear the back door crash open. I rush into the door to my left. I’m standing in the lounge/kitchen. Marcus is standing facing the back door where Michael is, a murderous look on his face. “You kidnapped my fucking nephew Marcus.”
“Technically, we kidnapped Tom's son.” Marcus shrugs. “Put down the bat, Michael. Let’s do this the proper way.” Michael throws the bat on the floor and charges at him. I don’t stop to watch. I whip round and out of the lounge door to storm up the stairs with Casimira right behind me. I kick the first door open and nothing but an empty bedroom. I turn to the second door which is open a crack. When I enter, Tom is sitting on the bed against the headboard spinning a knife in his hand whilst Ares’ black head of hair lays next to him, sucking his thumb because he didn’t take his fucking pacifier. His face looks a little red like he's been crying a lot and only just fallen asleep. The rage that comes over me is something I’ve never experienced.
My insides burn but I stop in my tracks. Tom hasn’t looked up yet, he’s staring at Ares and the look in his eye is unhinged. He's delusional. Irrational and dangerous. He’s a man with nothing to lose and I have everything to lose.
He looks like he’s a breath away from snapping. This is the first time I’ve seen him in person. He’s not a small guy. He’s bulky. Almost resembles Raff's build, just not quite as tall. His dirty blonde hair is dishevelled and his movements are twitchy and erratic.
“How did you find us?” He asks his voice void of emotion.
“Does it matter?”
“No, I suppose it doesn’t.”
“Tom, please. I don’t know what you want but whatever it is, I'll do it.” Casimira pleads she keeps her voice down so as not to wake Ares but it doesn’t hide the desperation in her voice. She edges forward and I step in front of her to stop her going any further.
His eyes finally snap up to look at her. His eyes rake over her body with a mix of disgust, hate and possession. I want to rip his eyes out and set them on fire. “Take your fucking eyes off of her.”
His eyes narrow on me and a creepy smile appears on his face. He doesn’t move his body yet and he’s still twisting the knife around in his fingers dangerously close to Ares’ sleeping body. I know I need to goad him into attacking me. It shouldn’t take much as he looks like he’s second away from a psychotic break already.
“Come on Tom. You know this isn’t about him.” I say, tilting my chin towards Ares. “We all know what you're really mad about.”
“And what would that be?” He snaps, spit flying out his mouth.
“You're mad she doesn’t want you anymore. You’re mad she managed to get away and you're mad that she found someone better.”
He flinches but shakes it off as he starts to laugh that creepy, unhinged laugh again. “You think she could have gotten away if I didn’t let her? I was done with her.”
“I don’t think that’s true. I think that’s what you tell yourself so you can sleep at night.” He doesn’t react but I can physically feel the tension radiating from him. I press on, all the while moving further into the room. ”She never wanted you. She was with you out of pity and convenience.” His breathing starts to get heavier and I know I've got him. “That’s all you were, a pitty fuck and now she's found someone better.” He snaps, jumping up towards me with his knife fisted in his hand. He barrels into me, knocking me off my feet and into the corridor. I land with a crack against the floor, pain shooting through my back. Casimira darts around us rushing into the bedroom.
He brings his knife down directly for my chest but I block it with my elbow thrusting my knee into his groin. He roars, bringing his head down. It connects with my nose and I feel it pop. I bring my arms up to throw him off and he tumbles down the stairs. I scramble to my feet and jump after him, clearing the staircase and landing on top of him. I wrap my hands around his throat, squeezing with everything I've got whilst I smash his head into the floor repeatedly. He starts scratching at my face but I don’t relent. His face starts to go a deep red as his mouth opens gasping for breath. He brings his leg up kicking me off him and it throws me to the side. I hit the wall with the force of a sledgehammer. My head cracks against the brick and a daze comes over me. He launches himself at me grabbing me by the shirt as he punches me again and again. His fist feels like a fucking brick.
Movement in my peripheral vision catches my eye as I see Casimira flash past the doorway with Ares in her arms. That's all I needed to see. I turn rabid. I grab him by the arms pulling him back as I smash my head into his face. My nose is pouring with blood when he falls back. I get to my feet, still disoriented from the hit my head took. He also scrambles to his feet fisting his knife again. I charge at Tom, letting my fist fly as each punch connects with his face. I can hear a crunch of bone but I keep going. I’m hitting him with every ounce of strength I’ve got when I suddenly feel a sharp hot pain in my abdomen. I look down to see his knife buried in my side.
I don’t give him the chance to rip it back out. I throw him to the floor, smashing his head against the tiles again and again, the sound of his skull hitting the floor urging me on. His body goes limp but his eyes are still burning with rage, his face a bloody mess. I grip my knife and hold the tip down on his clavicle. I cock my head, catch his eye. “I’m going to cut you open and see if your insides are as rotten as you,” I whisper, Ignoring the blinding pain in my side. As I’m about to thrust it into his chest a hand grabs my arm. I snap my head to the side, teeth bared, ready to throw whoever it is off so I can finish this. Until I see Casimira, staring at me with that fire in her eyes I haven’t seen in a long time. “Stop.” She says calmly, almost too quietly. I thought I might have imagined it.
“No, he needs to die,” I growl and Tom starts laughing but it comes out as a gurgling sound as the blood sputters out of his mouth. “She won’t let you do it, she hasn’t got the strength.”
Casimira’s eyes go dark and she takes the knife from my hand and grabs Tom's hair with the other thrusting his face so she can see him. “Look at me, Tom.” Her voice is soft, almost lilting, his eyes narrow, a sick smile curving his lips.
Her face turns hard as she whispers. “I want to see the moment the light leaves your eyes.” Shock overcomes his features as she thrusts the knife into his throat to the hilt and pulls it straight back out without hesitation. Hands rock steady like she's done this a million times before. He convulses once, eyes wide, mouth parted. She doesn’t take her eyes off his. Her face is like marble as she watches the moment death takes him. His body goes limp and his eyes go blank.
And there she stands, just staring at him. No remorse or guilt. Blood splattered across her cheek, bloody knife hanging from her fingers and that icy cold look in her eyes that drew me to her in the first place. The woman of my dreams and every other man's nightmare. Fucking breathtaking and all mine.
I slump back and grunt at the movement. I hold my hands around the knife and Casimira snaps out of the trance, her face turning panicked as she clambers over Tom's dead body. “Let me see.” She demands. I turn slightly so she can get a good look.
“We need to get you to a hospital.” She says, panicked.
“No hospitals, too many questions. Your mom will have to do it.”
She blinks at me. “He stabbed you.” She says it clearly as if I don't understand the full gravity of having a knife inserted into my abdomen.
