Chapter 65

Chapter Sixty-Five

The time has finally come! After all, you love me…

I have to pull myself together to keep from jumping out of bed like a madman and killing that disgusting asshole who dared to lay a hand on you again. But no matter how hard I try to stay calm and talk myself out of it, I can’t fight the roaring thoughts in my skull.

He deserves to be punished and to suffer as much as you suffered from him. You’re finally ready to move on from him, and I can help you put him and your past behind you. He shouldn’t have the chance to keep pestering you. Or use June as leverage against you. No, you know it’s best if he no longer exists. Then, the threat he poses will be gone from your life once and for all. Then we can be a happy family: you, me, and June.

I know you’re far too pure to bring him to justice yourself. Too kind to let him suffer serious consequences. He won’t give up that easily. Deep down, you know that. But I can help you. I can relieve you of this burden and allow my dark side out one last time. After that, you’ll be mine for good, and no one will keep us apart. Then, I’ll never have to hurt anyone again because you’ll be the light in my life and banish the darkness forever. Yes, that’s it. I sacrifice my soul again to protect yours. Let me do that for you, Beauty…

He must atone for all the terrible things he has done to you. I’m sure you want me to get rid of him for you. You don’t want him to be a part of your or June’s life anymore, and I will gladly be the person to help you solve that problem . I would do anything for you, Beauty!

So I nuzzle you off me, even though I’d love nothing more than to hold you in my arms all night and wake up with you. Exactly what I’ve always wanted. But once I get this insignificant problem, aka your husband, out of the way, we will spend every single night and every beautiful morning together. I will never leave your side again. Never again, Beauty!

Just to be safe, I put a cut-up sleeping pill on your tongue to make sure you sleep through the night, just in case I’m not back when you wake up. Believe me, baby, I don’t want to leave, but I must do this for you so we can finally be happy.

I leave your house quietly, quickly put on my biker gear and leather gloves at home, and pack up a few other items I’ll need. Then I get on my motorcycle and speed through the night. I know exactly where I’m going to find this little jerk. I know he’d never rent a hotel room; he’ll be sleeping in his office. It’s good that I borrowed your key card to gain easy access.

I wish I could make him suffer and bathe in his blood. I wish I could do to him what he must have done to you all these years. But since I don’t want to cause a stir, it has to be clean and quick.

When I arrive on his floor, I can already hear him snoring. I follow the sounds to his office, where I find him sleeping on the black two-seater leather couch, drooling and grunting. His legs hang over the armrest and it looks uncomfortable. At least he suffered a little today, but that’s not enough. I’m about to enjoy watching him die.

Somewhat reluctantly, I pull out the bottle of chloroform and soak a cloth. I am reluctant to stun him in this way and then put my plan into action. I’d much rather beat the shit out of him, but I can’t afford to have any traces of violence found in his office. It’s crucial that he appears to have left town after tonight.

I place the cloth over his mouth and nose, ensuring he’ll stay unconscious while I move him. I quickly grab his keys and cell phone, then pull him to his feet and prop him up so it looks like I’m helping him walk. My cap, which I’ve packed especially for this, is pulled down over my face. I don’t know if there are cameras here, but I don’t want to take any risks. When we arrive in the underground parking garage by elevator, I push him into the back seat of his car.

I quickly get in the car and drive with him a good distance until we arrive at the Potomac River, where I leave him to drown in his car. It’s not the most elegant way to make someone disappear, but it’s effective, and they won’t find any traces.

I put his wallet and cell phone on the passenger seat. Then, I grab his wrist and break it with a firm jerk. This is not necessarily the most inconspicuous method, but it is better than tying him to his steering wheel with cable ties. At least this way, I make sure he can’t break free, and if they do find him at some point, they might think the impact with the water broke his wrist.

Just as I’m about to repeat the whole thing with his other hand, he wakes up, only to scream in pain. The violent cracking sound and the searing pain that seizes him make him scream a little louder before he stares at me in panic.

I calmly take the car out of gear to roll into the water. His pupils dilate as he stares straight into my eyes, and I see real fear flicker in them.

“What the fuck is this? What… what are you doing?” he asks in a panic.

I grin patronizingly at him. “Take it easy. You shouldn’t waste your last few seconds asking pointless questions. Enjoy the sunrise and then… die, you asshole!” I growl hatefully before retreating from the inside so the car can drive into the water.

“WHAT?! NO! Let me go! You… you sick psychopath! What did you do to my wife?” he yells, but I stop listening to him and close the door to give the car a little push so that it goes in far enough to go under.

“What did I do to your wife, you ask? I treated her like a queen, unlike you. You, filthy asshole, didn’t deserve her! And now… happy dying,” I say, the last thing he’ll ever hear before I give the car a good shove.

He hammers his damaged hands against the windshield like a man possessed and looks back at me as he yells to get out. His shouts for help become more frantic, but I remain on the bank, watching as the water steadily floods the interior. His panic and rising desperation bring a genuine smile to my face. If I can’t get rid of him the way he deserves, at least I know he suffered in his last minutes. You’ll thank me, Beauty…