Page 64 of Madness & Mayhem

His eyes watch me, but I can see the life drain from his eyes by the second. Until there’s nothing there, besides his dark eyes staring lifelessly at me.

“Reign,” she whispers. I say nothing, staring at the man who raised me to the monster I am today. Who made me his own weapon. Who led me to a life of crime, solitude—a weapon. He doesn’t deserve life. He doesn’t deserve happiness or wealth.

He deserves the blood he is drowning in. He deserves to swim in it until he’s nothing but a corpse, a shell of a man he once was.

“Reign,” Lakyn repeats.

I snap my gaze to hers, watching her watch me with a worried expression.

“Are you okay?” she whispers.

I plant my hand on his chest, feeling the warmth of his blood against my glove. I shove to a stand, slightly in shock, a little numb, and a fucking lot relieved.

“I don’t know, but we have to go,” I mumble, grabbing my mask and walking through the master bedroom. The girl is dead, my father is dead, and I did what I came to do.

Why does his death not feel like enough?

It’s a hunger that can’t be satisfied. I want to tear apart the world, everyone who has ever wronged me, wronged Lakyn. I want to tear apart the world and watch it crash to the ground.

I can hear Lakyn as she follows me through the house. I leave the alarm off, stepping out through the back door. The sun has started to rise, cresting over the treetops and lighting up the sky.

I slip my mask into the back of my pants, picking up my pace as I jog down the sidewalk.

“We took too long. We have to hurry,” I mumble.

“Is it too late? Are we too late?” she whimpers behind me.

I shake my head, seeing the stolen truck up ahead. “Let’s just go,” I snap under my breath.

We rush to the car and hop in. I grab the wires under the dash, tying them together once the truck rumbles to life. Lakyn breathes heavily beside me, both from running and fear.

“We’ll be okay, Lakyn,” I say, glancing down at my gloves that are covered in my father’s blood.

The death toll slowly rises, and I wonder if it’ll ever be enough.

Shifting into drive, I pull off the curb, peeling down the street and out of the neighborhood. It’s going to be much more difficult to drive across town with a stolen car during daylight, but we have to do it. We can fucking do it.

I take as little main roads as possible, cutting down side streets and back roads where I can.

“Shit, cop!” Lakyn shouts, pointing across the street.

My eyes widen, and I pull off the road, turning down a back alley.

“Fuck,” I grumble, pulling behind a tree and parking in a way that I can see the cop through the thick tree. He sits on the side of the road between two buildings, where he is slightly hidden and can see every oncoming car. He has dark aviators on, but from the looks of it, he didn’t see us. “Can’t go that way.” I turn around, waiting until he’s looking down the road and pull out, rushing down the opposite street.

“Did he see us?” I ask.

Lakyn turns around, looking briefly before shifting in her seat. “No, he’s still there.”

I nod. “Good.”

I drive past the docks and the lighthouse, seeing the remnants of the Halloween party gone as a light snow covers the ground.

We’re close. We’re so close.

“Cop,” Lakyn mumbles, pointing up ahead.

I take the first left, turning down a small neighborhood street and pull up to the curb. “This will have to do. We can walk from here,” I say.