Page 17 of Sinful Addiction
I internally laugh at the scene.So much for thinking he owns the outfit.Silas is and always will be Xander’s little bitch.
I go over to the alcohol cabinet and pull down a bottle of cheap vodka.“You would think for someone who runs a casino, he would have a better liquor supply.For the second time, fire his ass.”
“I think you should focus on getting that bullet out, then start from the beginning and tell me what the fuck happened while we were gone.”
And I do.I tell him everything including my strong need to protect Lacey from my brother.
“That son of a motherfucking bitch!”I’ve just finished telling Xander what happened, and after being cleaned up for a second time, we’re in the control room trying to find out who this woman is and what connection she has to Darius.
Luckily Xander sent Knox home with the girls.While he’s there, we have him working every way possible to get the information we need, along with making sure the girls stay in lockdown.
“What do you want me to do, boss?”I need to know what happens next.For the first time in my life, I can’t think with a clear head.
I was once a victim.
I will never be again.
He made me a villain.
“Until I’ve cleaned this mess up, I want you to make this list disappear.Do whatever is necessary to get your head back in the game.”Xander hands me a list of names.They’re my next hits.
Without another word, I turn and walk through the door toward my destination.If I’m going to find these people, I need my laptop.I’m surprised Xander hasn’t put me to better use on that.He must have a plan if he has me doing this for him instead.Besides, what’s a little bloodshed to calm the nerves.
Yeah right.
I hear Xander’s raised voice behind me before I join the sea of civilians.“Keep your nose clean, Tony.I need you to stay focused.”
“Too late for that, boss.”I spin one-eighty, giving him a two-finger salute.
“Too fucking late for that,”I mutter, now walking away from him.
He knows me better than anyone.There’s no way I’m not going to do my own research.This is the man who made my life a living hell, and apparently is still trying to.
Maybe he is right.Dipping my finger in powder certainly enhances my mood, but with the threat of Darius being out, I need a clear head.
It doesn’t take long before I’m in my suite scanning the list of people.One man isn’t far from here and will make the perfect distraction.
After all, why let this high go to waste.
Eight
Antonio
Misery loves company.That’s one thing I always think about before meeting my next victim.It’s quite ironic when you think about it.The boy victim became the killer.
I feel no remorse.I lost all feeling when she left.When he killed her.Everyone misjudged me, but not Xander.He found me at the same time I spared him.We saved each other.He showed me how to control my deepest, darkest thoughts and harness the destruction within.Now I face one other who challenges me.
My pixie.
My new addiction.
Addictions are dangerous things.I should know, I’ve battled more than one in my lifetime.The drugs.Alcohol.Women.Blood.All have been my weakness at one point in time.A craving I yearn for.
I long for the metallic aroma emanating from blood.It’s like ecstasy running through my veins.Only the high I get releases an unrecognizable personality.I can feel the imposter lingering under my skin as I walk up the beaten path, paved with broken tiles.
The place is a mess.Overgrown bushes, a shabby house with its worn weather boards and guttering drooping from the roof.Blinds closed, raggedy window frames.Anyone would think it’s abandoned, however the slight gap that just appeared between the blinds tells me my person of interest is home.
I take my time like I have nothing better to do.In fact, I’m making him sweat.I’m painting a picture in his head of just what I intend to do to him once he tries to escape around the back, thinking I haven’t noticed him.