Page 136 of Misted

Hawk

I’ll follow you through hell if it means I can hold your hand.

I kickDr Sloane’s lifeless body and wipe her blood off my face. She’s drowning in a pool of her own blood in her classy house in Central London. Her throat is slit open, her stomach and legs are cut and lacerated, causing her limbs to loll in awkward angles.

The bitch begged. A lot. Just like Mist begged when this useless excuse of a human cut out our child and took sadistic pleasure in it. Just like she took away Mist’s right to ever be a mother again.

Unlike Hades, I don’t give second fucking chances. She was supposed to die fifteen years ago.

This is long overdue and I didn’t torture her as much as I would’ve liked, but it’s done.

Killing the old bitch doesn’t bring back our child or take away the suffering both Mist and I have gone through, but it tastes fucking right.

Mist should know that the one who scarred her no longer exists. I retrieve my phone and power it on while I drag Dr Sloane’s corpse into a black plastic bag.

My finger hovers over Mist’s phone number but I can’t call her. I just can’t. If I hear her voice, I will want to abandon this entire thing and go back to her.

I’m so close to keeping her safe. I just need to dump Dr Sloane’s body somewhere then take off.

My phone rings. Flame.

“What?” I hold the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I stuff Dr Sloane’s body into the plastic bag.

“Finally, you little shit,” he deadpans.

“He picked up?” Shadow’s voice drifts from the background.

“You might want to put whatever heroic mission you’re planning on pause,” Flame says as a lighter sounds in the background.

“No can’t do.” I zip up the bag and begin to carry it over my shoulder.

“Mist is in danger.” Flame’s voice is too casual.

I drop the bag and tighten my grip on the phone. “What do you mean she’s in fucking danger?”

“She called telling us to stop you and then said she has to go save the girls. Right after, Ink got in touch and if his suspicions are true then Molly has been blackmailing Mist all this time and that girl is currently missing from Le Salon.”

“Fuck!” I hit my fist against a wall. I knew I didn’t like her. “If she’s been blackmailing Mist all this time, why is she making a move now?”

“Maybe she knew Ink was onto her. After all, that’s the reason Mist wanted him out.”

I’m not even surprised that Flame knows all of that anymore.

“Do you know her destination?” I jog to the kitchen, open the gas and retrieve a lighter. There’s no time for a burial. Dr Sloane will have to burn to hell just like Nero.

“Ink and Scar trailed after her from France, but there’s no signal from her phone.”

I storm out of the house and throw the lighter behind me. It won’t take long for the house to explode. Her residence is a bit secluded so no one will descend to hell with her.

“I have a tracker on her.” I navigate in my phone to the app. I find the red dot somewhere in West London. “I’ll send you the location. Bring Shadow and meet me there.”

After I get into my car, the more I stare at the unmoving dot, the harder my heart beats so fucking wild, I barely hear the engine.

Twenty minutes drive away.

It’ll be the longest twenty minutes of my life.

This time, either I save her or it’s the end.