Vector was in bed, and I slowly leaned to him, my lips gently kissing his forehead. He gave a small smile and turned to me, his eyes slowly meeting mine."Aren't you going out today?"He shook his head. "She called me dada. She obviously wants me to stay home."I broke into a laugh. "That little traitor. Betraying me like that."He pulled me in. "I could call you baby whenever you want."I broke into a laugh, my eyes darting to the sleeping child. She was just six months old, and she was closer to Vector than ever. She even took after his beautiful, different colored eyes, and I was convinced that my genes hadn't even tried at all.I kissed his forehead again, then smiled. "Everyone is coming for dinner today. Get ready, okay?""Yes, ma'am."I broke into a smile, stealing one more kiss from him, before I walked away. We spent the evening downstairs with everyone. Dad, who was more than excited to be a grandfather and was even taking lessons, Rose, who took every chance to touch Victor
"I beg of you. Please. Please. I stole the money for..."A deafening slap filled the room, and the man rolled to the floor, rolling a little clumsily in a pool of his own vomited blood. Without waiting, he pulled himself to a kneeling position again, then clasped his hands together in a desperate attempt to beg for forgiveness.Slowly, the taller man in a pristine white suit slowly squatted, one leg pushed forward, so his hand rested on it, the other hand resting on his other knee.Slowly, he moved his hand to raise the bleeding man's chin to face him. His eyes came into view under the dim light.One was a very light blue, the other pitch black. His lips were stretched in a wicked smile, and his blue eye thinned."Vector, I beg of you. I beg of you, please. I beg of you. Please. Have mercy. I have a daughter and...""Is she worth twenty million dollars?""Vector...""If I cut your daughter up and sell her organs...will she fetch me twenty million dollars in cash?""I will pay you back
"Vector," I whispered, my hands sparking up in warm bursts of flames. Now I touch my hand, and I can feel the warmth of my father's blood. Now I turn back at that moment and..."Yes. Vector."I had felt my heart skip a beat right there and then, my chest heaving. I swallowed hard, then quickly nodded, my lips parting."R... Red. My name is red."He raised a brow as a side of his lips curled up in a smile. His eyes left mine to drift down. He did not mind the fact that I was watching, nor did he make it subtle nor fast. So for a few seconds, I stood there, my torn glove on the floor, my hand in his as he slowly took in all of me.I have never been insecure. I didn't think I was the prettiest out there, but I was definitely not blind to the fact that I did have my own perks. I wasn't ugly, but I have never felt as substandard as I did as he watched me. I wondered if my dress was right. If he liked my hair, the dress, or even the feel of my hand in his."Red," he suddenly said, then pull
I shook my head to push out the memories, then slowly turned away. I had a long day ahead of me, and even though building anger from that event and everything else would help me push through, I was much better off without the reminders of my own stupidity. I walked slowly back to the bedroom, then opened the windows. It was already dawn, and I sighed. I went around to the duffel bag I had put together just a night before. It contained the only clothes I had, and I grabbed it, then pulled a pair of pants and a loose shirt out. I couldn't afford to be late to catch the car.The small card Jonas had unwillingly given me was sitting on top of the duffel. I carried it, my chest Puebla, Mexico.Of course. He was living beautifully after killing my father. I closed my eyes, then pushed the card back in and closed it. I immediately changed my clothes, then after one last look at the dumpster I had lived in ever since I had to leave home, I turned away, facing the revenge I knew I had to tak
Jonas and I sat in silence for a while, and I calmly ate, my eyes fixed on the food. I didn't want to see or do anything else. All I wanted was for Vector to come in front of me and beg on his knees for me to save him. The exact same way I had needed for him to save my father. The same way my father had pleaded on his knees.I lost appetite, closed the food flask, and then dropped it next to my feet in the car. Jonas gave a sigh."We are waiting for a friend. He is the one who will take you into the villa. I will not be able to go there."I nodded. "I know.""I prepared everything else, Red. The hair, the mole. The tattoo. I don't think he will remember you, especially since it has been one year and he has women between his sheets every other..."I closed my eyes, hating the reminder that I had indeed been this close to being one of those women. It made me resent myself a little more.I nodded simply, then leaned back, just as a knock came on the rolled up glass. I turned to see who i
I alighted from the car, then grabbed the duffel bag I had brought with me. I adjusted my wig, then slowly walked behind Ivan. I stood back as he talked to someone through a small screen. He stepped back, and a small door opened. A man stood inside, a gun strapped to his waist and in clear sight, a scar running across his left eye."Go straight. The others are in there."Ivan nodded, then urged me to follow him. I did, and we went straight towards a large open yard. Women, at least thirty of them, all dressed exactly like me, were standing in a long line. Three men, each, the same stereotypical thugs, with tattoos and guns, were guarding them, while one who seemed to have a higher rank and was wearing a suit was sitting in front of them, a tablet on his thigh."Go join them," Ivan said, his voice low. I scurried to the last person on the line and assumed position, dropping my bag on the floor beside me.The action immediately brought the man's attention to me, and I swallowed, lowering
The dining table was silent except for the soft clattering of the cutlery as we fixed them in place. It took two hours, and just a few minutes before six, the cooking crew were done, and they started to bring out the casseroles. We fixed them in the middle and then moved away, waiting as the clock chimed six.I held my breath as a few guards came around, with Alvin, the man from before, heading them. I watched as he used a spoon to taste everything before he waved away a few of the dishes. The dishes were immediately moved, and we rearranged the dining table again.We stepped away this time as the door opened. Vector was on the phone, wearing a casual sweatshirt and pants, all white in colour. I swallowed hard and looked away, my jaws tightening, my chest lightly heaving.He reached the head of the table, then drew out the seat for himself. I struggled to keep myself I place, my lips sucked in as he leisurely dropped the phone, then assumed the seat."Sir, we have a few things to..."
My lips parted, beads of perspiration forming on my forehead. I swallowed, turning to him, my eyes wide."I don't know what you are talking about."He broke into a small laugh and suddenly pulled a gun, then grabbed the girl directly behind me. She gave a shrill yell, letting go of the plate in her hand. It shattered with a loud noise, the remaining food scattering around on the floor."Should I start with her?""Stop," I said, my hands reaching for the girl. "He was your brother.""Sure enough. But you got him killed. Because of you, I had to take his corpse and dispose of it like he was trash."I swallowed, my teeth gritting. "That's not my fault, and certainly not hers. He must have done something to Vector, and I am not who you think I am."He broke into another laugh before suddenly knocking off the girl. I started to run after her, her small yelp piercing through me. Before I could get to her, however, he grabbed me by the wig, his grip so strong I could feel the wig shift.I in