MOSQUITOES

CANNON

“How?! How is this f*cking possible?!”

I hurled the vodka bottle at the wall, causing it to shatter and spill its contents out. I got up, pacing around my room.

“Oh relax, Can. Don’t get so worked up.”

She was in a short ruby dress, and her red long hair was braided and tied around her neck like a hungry python.

“Don’t get so worked up?!” I stopped and faced her. “Katrina and those little brats came from nowhere! They’re ruining all my plans!”

She clicked her tongue, shaking her head sadly. “You still don’t get it, Can.”

“What am I meant to understand?!” I picked up a chair and tossed it at the same point the vodka bottle shattered, as it dismantled like glass. “Everything’s f*cking over. It’s over.”

“No, it’s not, Can.” She stood, taking slow steps toward me. “It’s not. Everything has fallen into place. Do you now see why I told you to arrange the foursome, kill your father, and free Katrina? Do you?”

She stopped in my front, removing the loose strands of hair that had stuck