61. Tyson

Tyson

M alaky cries and whimpers while I watch with a smile on my lips as his blood drips on the floor. He will never touch Olivia again.

No one will ever hurt her again. Nor Jasper.

I’ll make sure of it.

This is what I should have done from the beginning: protect Olivia, not abandon her without giving her the opportunity to defend herself.

“My hands. What am I going to do without them?” Malaky keeps whimpering.

It makes me so happy to see him in pain.

“Aww, don’t be like that,” Rueben keeps mocking Malaky. “Imagine all the things you will do with two prosthetic hands.”

“You will even fuck pussies better with your new fingers than with your dick,” Dimitri chuckles. “How about we cut off your dick so you can get a new one?”

“No!” Malaky wails. “Please, don’t!”

“Don’t shit your pants! It was only a suggestion,” Dimitri says.

Dimitri finishes heating the poker and brings it to me. I press the red iron against Malaky’s left wrist. For a moment, the only sound in the room is the sizzling of burned flesh. Malaky grits his teeth in pain. I want to hear him scream in agony and beg for forgiveness for what he did to Olivia.

I push the tip of the poker into his stumps, making him yell, “Stop!”

“I would, but then you would die,” I pretend not to want him dead. Fucking pig!

Rueben pretends to cough. “It’s starting to smell like cooked pork. Isn’t that right, Little Piggy?” he asks Malaky.

I finish cauterizing Malaky’s stumps, not wanting him to die of blood loss before I’m done with him, and then slap his beer belly. “He is anything but little. Except for his dick.” To Malaky, I say, “Piggy, I bet you can’t even find your dick because of how fat you are. Isn’t that right?”

Malaky whimpers, something unintelligible.

“Speak louder,” Dimitri says.

“Why are you doing this?” Malaky asks. Like he doesn’t remember all the shitty things he’s done to women. He should have known that sooner or later, karma would catch up with him.

I am Malaky’s personal karma!

I click my tongue. “Like I said, you pissed off the wrong person.”

“Who?” Malaky tries to find out. “Because now I’m sure Chris isn’t the one behind all this.”

I shrug. “You have two heads, but you only use your small one, so I’m not going to ask you to think but—”

Jasper speaks at the same time as me. “Both his heads are small.”

“—the one who wants you dead is a very important man.”

“Are you doing this for money?” Malaky wonders.

“Sure,” Ansel replies.

Malaky thinks before saying, “Talk to my father. He will pay any sum of money you want in exchange for my freedom.”

A ransom? Now, why didn’t I think of that before? I can kill this mother fucker and walk out with a hefty sum of money.

I pull out my phone and take some pictures of Malaky, making sure his arms are not in the frame.

“Yeah? You should have said so earlier. Then you would still have your hands attached to your fat arms,” I say. I push the hand on the floor with the tip of my boot. “The cut is clean. Maybe the doctors can reattach the hands for you. I have a friend who cut his leg by accident with a rotary cutter. The doctors were able to save it.”

Some hope appears on Malaky’s face. Fucking pig! If he only knew how much I loathe him. I grab his right arm, my fingers painfully digging into his stump, making him cry out in agony. He deserves all the pain in the world.

“The doctors can remove the burned flesh,” I say while thinking about making ground pork out of him and feeding him to the worms. “Piggy, tell me your father’s phone number.”

“He won’t answer unknown numbers,” Malaky whimpers. “Besides, it’s late. He might be in bed already.”

Does Malaky think he’ll be alive for long? I can’t stand the sight of him! His face reminds me of what he did to Olivia.

I turn my attention to Ansel. “Did he have a phone with him when you took him from his house?” Ansel feels his pockets for a few seconds before handing me Malaky’s phone. I unlock the screen with his face ID. “He will answer if he cares for you.”

Before calling his father, Senator Ross, I go through his messages. Not all of them, though, I don’t want to read hours and hours of garbage, but I open the chat with Jason. The last time they spoke was in January, so it doesn’t take me long to find the messages where they spoke about Olivia.

If I hated Jason and Malaky before, it’s nothing compared to what I feel as I read their conversation.

The way they degraded her with their words. Laughed at her expense.

Inhuman sounds leave my throat as I see the photos Malaky took of Olivia. He even had the audacity to send them to his friend.

Lucifer, give me the strength to not kill him on the spot!

Jasper snatches the phone from me before I do something stupid, like shove it down Malaky’s throat. Knowing I’m not in the right headspace to make the phone call to Senator Ross, Jasper dials the number.

“If you say one word, I’ll make you eat your hands!” Jasper threatens Malaky, who nods.

When the senator doesn’t reply, Rueben mocks Malaky, “Looks like your Daddy doesn’t give a shit about you.”

“He does!” Malaky quickly says. “Call him again. If he’s with his secretary, it takes a bit for him to pick up.”

Jasper dials the number again. “If he’s with his secretary, his dick in her mouth, he can still talk.”

Malaky looks ashamed, letting us know that his dad is indeed having an affair with his secretary.

“Maybe he has his tongue deep in her pussy,” Dimitri suggested.

“If I had my face between my wife’s thighs, I wouldn’t be answering the phone either,” Ansel says.

“Call again. I’m sure he will pick up this time,” Malaky begs.

Jasper paces around the room while Malaky keeps insisting. If not for an idea forming in my mind, I wouldn’t even bother with Senator Ross.

Finally, the senator replies. The phone is on speaker, so we can all hear the conversation.

“What now, Malaky?” the senator asks, his voice bored.

Even his father is tired of Malaky. What a surprise.

“If you want to see Malaky alive again, you better listen to what I’m about to say,” Jasper says calmly.

There’s some shuffle and some mumbling voices on the other end of the line before the senator asks, “Who is this?”

“You are not in any position to ask questions. I’m going to repeat myself one last time. We have Malaky. If you care about him, you will pay a ransom; if you don’t, we’ll send him to you piece by piece.”

There’s silence on the other end for several seconds.

“How do I know this is not a scam?” the senator finally asks.

I grab Malaky’s hair and say into his ear, “If you tell him anything about what happened, I’ll cut your legs off next.”

I don’t wait for Malaky to reply and let go of his hair.

Jasper holds the phone close to Malaky. “Let your father know how well we are treating you.”

For a split second, I can see from the expression on Malaky’s face that he wants to tell the truth but changes his mind before he opens his mouth. “Dad, please! I don’t want to die,” Malaky whimpers.

This finally catches the senator’s attention as he says, “He might be useless, but he’s my only son. How much money do you want?”

Jasper thinks for a moment before saying, “Half of a million. You have two hours to pay.”

“Where do you think I’m going to pull out so much money in so little time?” the senator snarls.

“I don’t know, and I don’t care, but the house you have in the new residential area costs over three million. So don’t come up with some bullshit to not pay, because money is something you don’t lack,” Jasper snarls before ending the call.

“He’ll pay. I know he will. But you need to give him more time,” Malaky begs us.

I throw Malaky a glance full of hate. He might not see my face because of the mask, but I bet he feels the rage consuming me. “Two hours is more than enough. He better pay if you want to see the next sunrise,” I say before stepping out of the cabin to breathe some fresh air.

I step on the porch and look at the forest while I try to calm myself. This is too important to fuck up.

The sun is slowly setting, and it won’t be long before stars start flickering in the sky.

Jasper follows me. He stops next to me, his shoulder brushing against mine. I want to kill Malaky already so I can go home to Olivia and my son. I want to spend the night with my family, not with a rapist pig.

A monarch butterfly is flying close to a patch of wildflowers.

“I haven’t felt the need to smoke since I learned what Maddox did, but right now, I feel like smoking several packs,” I say. “Fucking pig!”

Although I shouldn’t associate pigs with Malaki. Those poor animals deserve better.

“How about we start eating sunflower seeds? It can help with the stress.”

Jasper’s suggestion makes me chuckle softly. “Imagine having our pockets full of seeds all the time. Birds will flock all around us. Did I mention that birds are creepy?” I ask Jasper.

When Jasper had chickens at the farm, I did everything I could to avoid seeing them. Birds are so…strange.

Feeling that I’ve calmed enough to change the subject, Jasper asks, “So, what’s the plan?”

It takes me a minute or two to gather my thoughts. “Even if they are on the same side, Senator Ross and Senator Deymar have always been rivals.” I lean forward and rest my arms on the porch’s railing. “Senator Deymar’s security is one of the best, especially now that a new Senate President will be elected. He has been trying for years to get into that position, but Senator Ross is the preferred candidate.” The monarch butterfly lands on my forefinger. I slowly lift my hand and study it. For some reason, it reminds me of Olivia. “What if we make Senator Ross believe that Olivia’s father is behind Malaky’s kidnapping?”

While I want to kill Senator Deymar with my own hands, I need to be smart about this. If I play my cards right, I might kill two birds with one stone.

“I don’t know if that will work,” Jasper voices his concerns.

The more I think about it, the more I’m sure that this will work.

I pull out my phone and dial Jon’s number.

Jon picks up almost immediately. “Is it done?”

Jon knows everything about me wanting to kill Malaky and everyone else who has harmed Olivia.

“Not yet. I have a favor to ask,” I say.

“I’m all ears,” Jon says without hesitation.

Jon and Khloe are the best in-laws I could have asked for. Too bad Jon is a Duke. It’s his only imperfection.

I take a moment to think about how to say what’s on my mind. “How is your relationship with Hannah?”

This time Jon is not so quick to reply. “Not the best. Why?”

“If you were to call her to meet up, would she come?” I wonder.

“Perhaps. If she’s in Veross City. Last I heard, she was with Wesley in Washington, D.C. Until last year, she tried to contact us several times, but we didn’t dare write back because we feared she would learn of Spencer’s existence. But why are you asking?”

My gaze is fixed on the butterfly, still on my finger. “You won’t like this, but I need you to bring Hannah somewhere for me.”

Jon is silent for a long time. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked this of him.

I’m about to tell him to forget about it when he says, “I’ll see what I can do,” before ending the call.

The butterfly flies away.

“Hannah? Isn’t that Olivia’s mother?” Jasper asks. “Or sister.” He rubs his temples. “Olivia’s family tree gives me a headache.”

“Regardless of who gave birth to her, Jon and Khloe are Olivia’s parents.”

Jasper changes the subject. “You still haven’t told me what you plan to do.”

My palms curl into fists. “I want Deymar and Ross to kill each other while we watch. After that, I’ll finish what I started with Malaky.”

“What about Hannah?” Jasper wonders.

The sun finishes setting, and darkness falls around us. “Olivia can decide that after she finds out the truth about who her real parents are.”

“It’s about damn time,” Jasper says just as Malaky’s phone rings. “Senator Ross.”

Jasper puts the phone on speaker and answers.

“I have the money. Send me an account where I can transfer it,” the senator says.

“You will have to personally deliver it—alone—else I’ll put a bullet between your son’s eyes,” I inform him. “I want one hundred unmarked bills. Oh, and you have to step down from becoming the new Senate President.”

“That’s impossible,” the senator vehemently refuses.

“I see. I’ll let Senator Deymar know,” I throw in the bait to see how Senator Ross reacts.

Just as I suspected, Senator Ross falls for it. “What does Deymar have to do with my son being kidnapped?”

“He paid us to kill your son unless you back off and let him win,” I lie.

He tries to bribe us, “I’ll pay double what he gave you to let my son go.”

I laugh. “You know the conditions,” I say before ending the call. To Jasper, I say, “If he doesn’t call in an hour, we will send him photos of Malaky.”

We return to the living room.

Ansel and Rueben are getting the IV ready. A pole is in the bedroom, and Jasper goes to grab it.

Malaky looks like he’s on the verge of tears. He looks so pathetic. If Olivia could see him now. She would no longer fear him.

“What’s in the IV bag?” Malaky wants to know.

Mild drugs to keep him subdued. “Minerals and vitamins to keep you hydrated. I doubt you can drink or eat without your hands. You can always shove your face into food like the pig you are. The toilet part will be more difficult.” I look at Ansel. “Do we have a catheter with us?” Ansel starts looking through my backpack before giving me a thumbs-up. ‘This is your lucky day.”

“A catheter. What for?” Malaky asks.

The way he squeals reminds me of how pigs oink.

“At some point, you will want to pee. Who do you think will touch your dick?” I point out the obvious.

“I can sit on the toilet,” Malaky says, trying to persuade us to change our minds.

I have to admit that I love seeing him so miserable a little too much. “You will still need help with your pants. We will have to untie you and risk you wanting to run away. Nah.” Ansel gives me a pair of latex gloves and the catheter. “Normally, we have diapers, but we ran out of them.”

Jasper and Rueben help me with Malaky’s pants. Once they are out of the way, I grab Malaky’s dick. Touching it makes me want to vomit, but this is not the time to get sick. I push through the nausea and start to push the catheter inside Malaky’s dick.

“No! No! No!” Malaky begs us as he bucks.

The catheter slips away from his dick.

“Hold him,” I say to the others.

Dimitri and Jasper grab Malaky’s shoulders and push him into the chair, immobilizing him.

“If you keep moving, I’ll remove your kidneys!” I growl.

Malaky resigns to the idea that I will shove the catheter up his dick.

I take my time, causing Malaky as much pain as possible. By the time I’m done with him, he is covered in sweat.

Ansel shoves an old sock in Malaky’s mouth before asking, “Who wants to play poker?”

All five of us raise our hands, and Ansel grabs the cards from where Alekos keeps them.

Once we are seated at the table, I ask, “So what are we betting?”

“Oh, fuck off already!” Rueben snarls, making me laugh. He’s such a sore loser.

Several hands later, Jon sends me a message.

“Hannah is here and has agreed to see us in the morning.”

Perfect, I think, as I win my first hand at poker.

After a long night of little to no sleep, since all I could think about was avenging not only Olivia but also Levi, Gavin, and Isak’s deaths, Senator Ross finally sends a message letting me know he will bring the money.

I put my phone back in my pocket.

So far, so good.

“Piggy, Daddy dearest is on his way with the money,” I let Malaky know. “In a few hours, you will be free.”

Hope shines in Malaky’s eyes. I love getting his hopes up so I can crush them later.

Jon and Khloe are on their way here with Hannah. I don’t know what they told her to convince her to come. Maybe they kidnapped her, like we did with Malaky.

While I didn’t want to involve them, it’s the only way to get rid of Senator Deymar once and for all. I could have waited for Cirro’s man to report on the senator’s whereabouts, but I don’t just want to kill him, I want to start a war among the Dukes. I want both senators to kill each other while I record it and then blast it on the internet.

The front door opens. Rueben and Ansel enter with several grocery bags.

My plan will probably take a few days to complete. Until then, we will have to stay at the cabin. Alekos barely has any provisions here, so Rueben and Ansel offered to buy food and some other essentials. Dimitri had to leave early in the morning since he had obligations with his blood-brothers, which left Jasper and me alone with Malaky. After we moved him into the bedroom, Jasper and I fooled around a bit on the sofa. For a while, Jasper’s mouth made me forget about everything.

Until the message from Senator Ross came in.

Since Malaky still has the sock in his mouth, he can’t talk, so I don’t expect him to reply. Besides, I don’t want to hear his voice. It only reminds me of the things he told Olivia when he was hurting her.

Once we are done here, we’ll have the Piercing Ceremony with Olivia. I can’t wait for her to be my wife and to have my ring on her finger. Well, it’s not only my ring. All five of us put in an equal amount of cash to buy it.

Ansel and Rueben put the grocery bags in the kitchen and I go grab a beer. I remove my mask since Malaky can’t see me in here, and enjoy the cool drink.

My phone buzzes with an incoming message, so I grab it from my pocket.

It’s a photo from Olivia of Spencer having breakfast with Mose. I show it to the others. It makes us more motivated to end Deymar’s life so we can enjoy whatever peace we have until the Nephilims get here.

After I let Olivia know that we will be back home soon, I grab some granola bars and quickly devour them. I don’t usually eat a lot during a mission.

Time passes agonizingly slowly, and there’s not much we can do while we are here except torment Malaky.

I put on my mask, grab a bottle of water, and go to him. After I take the sock out of his mouth, I ask, “Piggy, are you thirsty?”

Malaky tries to lick his chapped lips. After the first IV bag was emptied, we didn’t replace it since we stopped torturing him, and the liquids he received were more than enough.

The IV is only for when we want to torture someone for days, but with Malaky, that won’t be the case.

“Yes,” Malaky replies, his voice hoarse.

I open the bottle and pour some water on his pants. “There you go,” I say.

Malaky looks at his wet pants, and he appears to be on the verge of a mental breakdown. Even so, he says, trying to scare me, “Wait ‘till my father gets here!”

I grin, maybe because Malaky can’t see my expression. “Yeah? And what is he going to do? Magically put your hands back on for you?”

Malaky glares at me. I haven’t broken him. Not yet. But once his father and Senator Deymar are out of my way, I will make him beg for me to kill him.

“He’ll kill you,” Malaky snarls.

I shrug. “I don’t plan to die any time soon. My wife won’t be too happy with me if I do. She will bring me back from the dead, only to kill me with her own hands.”

Malaky continues to glare at me, but he has no idea I’m actually being serious.

There’s a knock on the front door.

I shove the sock back into Malaky’s mouth. “Don’t make any sounds,” I warn him before quickly dragging him to the bedroom.

I leave the chair Malaky is tied to in the middle of the floor, leave the bedroom, lock the door, and remove my mask.

While I don’t want Malaky to know who we are, it’s different with Hannah and her husband. I want them to know why they are going to die.

Rueben opens the door and lets Jon, Khloe, and Hannah enter.

Hannah’s eyes meet mine. They are similar to Olivia’s. She doesn’t seem shocked to see me, leading me to believe Jon already warned her about me being here. However, she doesn’t look happy to see Rueben, Ansel, and Jasper.

Hannah tries to back away, but Rueben has already closed and locked the door. Her attention turns to her parents. “You said only Tyson would be here,” she hisses.

“Jon thought it would be only me,” I lie while I try to figure out what Jon told Hannah to bring her here.

If he didn’t tell me, it’s probably because he couldn’t send me a message without Hannah seeing it.

Hannah looks at me like I’m trash. It doesn’t bother me. I’ve known for a long time what she thinks about me.

“I should have expected something like this. After all, those like you are not to be trusted.”

“It’s not like you haven’t said a lie in your life, so let’s cut the bullshit,” I say.

She looks so offended, it actually amuses me.

“My parents insisted you wanted to talk about Olivia.”

I show Hannah and her parents the couch. While Jon and Khloe sit, Hannah prefers to stand. A purse is in her hands, and she clutches it hard. I’m more than sure that she has a gun in there, but she won’t have an occasion to use it.

Rueben, Ansel, and Jasper are nearby in case things get out of hand—not that I need their help disarming Hannah.

“Well, since I’m already here… what did you want to talk about Olivia for?” Hannah asks.

Not wanting to beat around the bush, I jump right into what’s more important.

“For a long time, I wondered why you hated her. After all, you gave birth to her. Biologically, Olivia might be your sister, but you are the one who carried her in the womb. I suspect that, at some point, you even loved her.”

Hannah’s gaze goes from me to her parents, then returns to me. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“About you loving Olivia or her being your biological sister even if legally, you are her mother?” I ask. I don’t give her time to answer as I keep talking, “We know the truth, so don’t bother denying it because Jon and Khloe are more than willing to do a DNA test.”

Hannah’s expression changes, making her look like she’s constipated and is about to give birth to the biggest shit ever. “Fine.” Looking at her parents, she says, “Yes, I knew it. I found out when Olivia was about five.”

“Why didn’t you say something to us?” Jon demands to know.

“Because Wesley forbade me to say anything about it. Besides, imagine what our friends and relatives would have said,” Hannah tries to excuse her lies.

“I don’t care about anyone else, I care about Olivia!” Jon raises his voice.

Anger shows on Hannah’s face. “All you care about is Olivia! That’s why you left, and that’s why you returned. Because of Olivia! She killed someone, then ran away to God knows where.”

Rueben intervenes. “What happened that night was an accident and you know that better than anyone else. And don’t get me started on the lie that Olivia ran away since you, your husband, and your son sold her as a pornai.”

“Olivia was never a pornai. She ran away!” she insists.

“If you want, I can show you videos of her time in the Celestial Heaven. It won’t be hard to find out who sold her to Carlos,” I say.

Hannah appears confused. Is she an actress now? “Wesley told me something else.”

Jon takes Hannah’s hands between his hands. “Wesley lied. You know better than anyone else how he truly is. He beat Olivia for even the smallest mistake.”

“Wesley only tried to correct her,” Hannah keeps denying the truth as if she doesn’t know how Olivia’s childhood was. “That doesn’t mean he sold her.”

“Not only did he do that, but Jason pimped her out,” I reveal more.

Hannah points at me. “If you don’t have any proof, I’ll sue you for spreading false accusations about my son and husband!”

“I’m not spreading anything. The only ones I told are your parents and you.” I pull out my phone. “I have plenty of proof. You better take a seat. We’ll be here for a while.”

Several hours later, Hannah takes her phone out of her purse and dials a number.

“Wesley, there’s an emergency at home. Come quickly!”

Hannah opens the door to the bedroom. For a moment, I fear her killing Malaky will ruin my plans for the two senators and everything will go to hell, but I’ve never seen Hannah so calm before. It’s the creepiest thing I have ever seen.

Moments later, Malaky starts to scream.

“What do you think she’s doing to him?” Ansel asks.

I shrug. “The saw she found outside was pretty rusty.”

Rueben takes a sip of his beer. “Now she pretends to care?”

Khloe sighs before saying, “When Hannah was in college, she was forced to watch how her best friend was assaulted, beaten, and killed. She never got over it. I think that showing her what Olivia had to endure triggered her. She might even be having a PTSD episode.”

Malaky’s screams grow even louder.

Interesting.

Maybe I can use Hannah’s manic episode to my advantage.

It takes a long time for the screams to die down.

Only then do I check on what Hannah did to Malaky. I slowly open the door, not wanting to alert her of my presence. There’s blood everywhere. Alekos is going to kill me if I don’t get this place cleaned up before we leave.

Hannah has her back to me, looking out the window.

As for Malaky…

Most of his skin was removed, his dick and balls cut off and shoved in his mouth. A hole was made in his stomach, his intestines pulled out through it and wrapped around him and the chair.

I would have done much worse.

Without looking at me, Hannah says, “Let me know when my husband gets here.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Are you going to let that bitch steal our chance to avenge Olivia?” Rueben snarls. Jon clears his throat, but Rueben is unapologetic. “What? I’m only speaking the truth! Hannah knew what truly happened when Olivia accidentally killed Camila, and she chose to back her husband! If she would have told my parents the truth, Olivia would have never suffered years of abuse! She would have never been led to believe her son was dead! Do you have any idea how much she suffered? How many nights did she spend crying over Spencer? And for what?”

“Olivia has a son?”

Hannah’s question makes all of us turn our heads in her direction. She’s standing in the doorframe, covered in blood, the saw in her hand. Her gaze looks lost.

While I don’t want Hannah to learn of Spencer, I’m tired of secrets.

“Yes. He’s my son. And because of your husband, I lost the first five years of his life.”

“Wesley knew about Spencer?” Hannah wants to know next.

“Not only him. Jason, too,” Jon replies. “But from my understanding, you also knew of Spencer.”

Hannah denies it as she shakes her head. “The only thing I knew was that Olivia ran away to Europe after she killed Camila. But I now know that’s not true. Is there anything else I need to know?”

“You should clean yourself up before Wesley gets here,” Khloe says.

Hannah looks down. “Oh, there’s some blood on my hands.”

“The bathroom is this way,” Ansel says.

Not wanting to alert Senator Ross or Senator Deymar of our presence, Jasper and Rueben hid the van—Dimitri let us keep it until we finish—and Jon’s car while Jasper and I eliminated any traces of us being at the cabin.

Except for Hannah, who remains in the cabin, together with Malaky’s body, the rest of us keep an eye on the surroundings from nearby.

The first one to get to the cabin is Senator Deymar. He really must trust Hannah if he came alone here.

Jasper and I leave our hiding spot and quickly make our way to the cabin, glancing inside through the back window that goes to the room Malaky’s body is in.

Hannah and her husband are inside.

The senator grabs Hannah’s shoulders and violently shakes her. “What do you mean he attacked you, and you killed him in self-defense? What were you doing here in the first place?”

Hannah looks frightened. If I hadn’t seen what she did to Malaky, I would have believed she was truly afraid.

“He sent me a video of Olivia, claiming he had her and that if I want to see her again, I’d better come here. So I did.”

The Senator slaps her. “How many times do I have to tell you that she’s gone!?”

“I know, but I thought she returned.”

“How can you be so stupid?” the senator snarls.

Olivia is not the only reason Hannah wants to kill her husband. From the looks of it, he has been abusive towards her too, probably for years.

The two of them argue for a while until the Senator grabs her by the arm and drags her out of the room.

“We are going home! But before we leave, we need to burn this place to the ground!” the Senator yells.

Jasper and I move along the cabin. I don’t trust Hannah to not do something stupid.

Hannah and the senator leave the cabin. They keep fighting. It doesn’t take long for Hannah to mention Olivia to Senator Deymar.

“You sold her!” Hannah accuses her husband.

“She was a slut before she was taken to the Celestial Heaven! She is just like your mother!” the senator snarls. He looks inside the cabin. “I’ll send someone to clean up the mess you made.” He turns his back on her. “It’s not like this is the first time this has happened.”

Hannah opens her bag and pulls out a small revolver. Her hand trembles as she pulls the trigger. The bullet hits the senator between the shoulders.

Hannah drops the revolver.

I should have guessed she didn’t have the courage to kill him.

Slowly, the senator turns around.

“Did you just shoot me?” he asks in a bewildered tone. His hand goes to his gun. “You should have aimed for my head if you really wanted to kill me.”

Hannah takes a step back.

Another shot pierces the air.

This time, the senator falls to the ground, blood coming out from the gaping wound in his neck.

“That’s how you kill someone,” Rueben sneers at Hannah.

Then he proceeds to empty his gun into the senator’s face.