Sophia
I pose in front of the mirror and admire my wedding dress. After putting my best friends through the bridal shop gauntlet, I found the gown of my dreams.
Tears gather in my eyes as happiness bursts in my heart. I’m finally with the man that I love.
My best friends, Sage and Maleah, lounge on the couch behind me and raise their glasses of wine. “That’s the one. Micah is going to be psyched when he sees you in it.”
I turn to my friends and smile. “I can’t wait for him to see me in it.”
Maleah pushes her dark hair b
Micah Cutting someone’s throat is not as easy as it looks. Your blade needs to be honed to a dangerously sharp level, and you need a steady hand. I don’t usually use this tool to kill my marks, but in this situation, I feel that it’s apropos because the man I’m going to kill is the scum of the earth. Edward Hansen III owns a farm in a rural area near Scarsdale’s town in Westchester County, New York. It just so happens that my mother lives a mere six miles away. Too close for comfort, considering that instead of horses in the man’s barn, he uses children for his own sexual deprivation. The Confradia received a tip from one of Hansen’s disgruntled mistresses regarding the farm days ago. The woman assumed it was drugs, but it was something more sinister to the Confradia’s disgust.&
Sophia Darren slams the front door hard and throws our bags carelessly on the shiny wooden floors. “Be careful with those bags, Darren. Chelsea will kill me if you scratch the floor.” Darren chuckles and kicks the bag with irreverent disregard. “It’s a stupid bag. The floors will be fine.” Gritting my teeth, I squat down and gently place the bag against the wall. “Cut the crap, Darren, before I regret bringing you home with me.” Darren shakes his shaggy hair and moves past the foyer to enter the living room. Spring break started this week at school. And to my delight, my father and his wife are on a month-long European trip. When dad told me that he and Chelsea were going on a tour, I jumped at the chance to housesit. To my regret, Darren, my boyfriend, came along. I mean, I don’t mind having him around, but I worry that he’ll dest
Micah Stepping out of the now-silent house, I make my way to my vehicle. It didn’t take long to eliminate my marks. As soon as the children were gone, I headed straight to the heating and air system. No one realizes how easy it is to kill so many people without breaking a sweat. After turning some switches and changing a couple of cables, I diverted Carbon Monoxide to flow inside the house. The men were so distracted by their drinking and drugs that they barely noticed the gas taking effect. Once again, I have to consider the arrogance of Mr. Hansen, who made every room soundproof and bulletproof. He had them closed very tightly. All I had to do was block the exits, and voila, no one escaped the gas. I stood there for hours and waited until the gas took effect. At least twenty men were at the party; I watche
Sophia It took a bit of convincing to get Darren from filing charges against Micah. I felt so bad when I saw the dark bruises on his neck. Micah, on the other hand, did not seem the least bit remorseful. He simply narrowed his eyes in Darren’s direction as if daring him to do something. Thankfully, Darren was reasonable enough to understand that Micah was just protecting me like a big brother would. A bitter taste settles in my mouth at the thought of Micah being my brother, albeit a stepbrother, considering how unsisterly I feel toward him. I can’t believe that he saw me naked. A part of me takes great satisfaction in the fact that he caught me frolicking around the pool. And the bonus was that Darren was there. The rage in his eyes at the sight of Darren was intoxicating. Not to mention the look on h
Micah I had never felt so many emotions over a woman than I’ve felt with Sophia. And I haven’t even been with her for a whole day. The thing that bothers me most is when I see how men fall all over her. Seeing the store clerk and the men in line fawn over her was irritating. But when the gunmen focused on her, I hit the roof. Who knows what the men would have done to her if I hadn’t taken them down. Then I see detective Colin Vane comforting her, and my stomach turns. It’s just too much. Men are like moths to Sophia’s flame. And as someone fighting his feelings, it’s very difficult to resist smashing all of their faces in. Pulling into my apartment building’s underground parking, I park in my spot and turn off the ignition. Sophia is fast asleep under the warmth of the bla
Sophia I watch Micah’s stiff back as he steps out of the room. Everything between us is so tense all the time. It’s as if every time we try to keep things comfortable, it ends up turning into a disaster. Sometimes I glimpse at him and see something that tells me he’s feeling something for me. But other times, all I see is a cold stranger, and it infuriates me. He was so sweet, holding me in his arms as he washed my back and comforted me. Then he ruins it over a simple question about his tattoos. Leaning back on the lip of the tub, I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth of the water. Unfortunately, the relaxation doesn’t last long because as soon as I close my eyes, my mind wanders back to the gas station. All I can think about is the clerk’s lifeless eyes, and nausea churn
Micah I can feel her soft breath on my naked chest and the tilt of her leg over my waist. She feels so good in my arms; it’s almost maddening. I couldn’t believe my eyes when she appeared in the living room, looking lost. She looked ethereal in her flimsy nightgown and her long corn-silk hair pouring down her back. I knew I should have just let her be, but her loneliness called to me. I looked around to see where I tossed my shirt, but it was too dark. So I sat there and observed her dejected posture for a moment until I couldn’t take it anymore. Rising from my comfortable perch, I grabbed my whiskey and stood behind her. I didn’t expect to lie with her and feel her tiny hands caressing my chest. But I didn’t want it to end. It just felt right. Eventually, her breathing evened out, and her hand stilled. I lay awake for another hour to make s
Sophia He kissed me. I think to myself as I stand in front of the door like a lost puppy. I could tell that he was alarmed by what he did. All I can think is that the kiss was some kind of knee-jerk reaction. Like a kiss, a man gives to his wife before he walks out the door. Perhaps he has kissed someone like that before, and for a moment, forgot where he was and who he was kissing. Which depresses me more than I thought. He was so sweet last night when he set me next to him and stroked my back so gently. Being beside him really did chase the nightmares away. I wanted to stay in his arms forever. But I know that all of this is just kindness. Micah and I have never had a problem being affectionate toward each other. From day one, he was accepting of my dad and me. He would always be affection