Page 77 of Soulless Deeds

In that moment, I would have given anything to crush Spencer to me, ensuring she was unharmed and well. Instead, she was in Remi’s arms, consoling his whimpering state as they professed their love to one another. God, if only I could bring myself to kill him, too.

Despite my countless injuries and wounds, I’d received…that was the worst. She had chosen. I was too late, my ruthless actions too much for her to bear.

All the fucked up things I’d done to her played out in fast forward, and I really couldn’t blame her. So, just one time, I decided to not be a selfish asshole and ruin their moment by committing homicide on sight. Despite the acute piercing pain rattling in my chest, I would let her take what she wanted—even if what she wanted didn’t include me.

Folding forward, I placed my hands on my knees, breathing slow and hard, needing that extra oxygen to restabilise my Variant.

“Why didn’t you do that from the beginning?” Emerson piped from behind the bar, sounding all the way pissed off.

“You’re welcome,” I replied, my voice croaky from the assault.

Music cut out and ugly lights switched on, drenching the room in blinding illumination.

Red… So much red.

Only one Ludus soldier remained conscious, on his knees, panting. With no qualms, Tanner inaudibly approached his back, raised his machete and decapitated him with one blow.Fucking savage. I want to be him when I grow up.

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Echo

Hours passed as we cleared bodies and comatose prisoners, the mess time-consuming and methodical to sort.

“Echo, we’ve nearly finished loading up,” Tanner said, referring to the captives being transferred to the basement of my apartment building. Aster was there to receive them, ready to begin questioning. The rest of us had agreed to reconvene and debrief the next day (technically that day, considering the early hour).

I gave a nod, let him know I’d meet him at the exit, then went searching for my disappearing ghost.

Although the main area had been shut down, the rest of the club was still functioning as normal. Rumours were already circulating, however not proven and unfounded, which would remain so.

Spencer was missing again, deciding to explore and continue partying since the immediate threat was taken care of. It also didn’t go unnoticed that Remi was absent.

I tracked through the downers section, embellished lampshades barely providing enough light to weave through the shadowed cubicles. Due to the diluted atmosphere and privatesuites, people went to that area of Life Support for the lax ambiance. To chill if they were doped off their head… Or fuck, depending on one’s proclivities.

I rounded one of the more secluded booths and came up short. For the third time in one night, I was caught speechless.

Remi straddled the black-haired male I’d kicked out of the VIP booth earlier, both shirtless with their mouths fused together passionately as they dry-humped. Shaking out of my stupor, clear rage rattled my insides.How dare he do this to her.

Halting behind Remi’s back, I ran my fingers through his hair, then pulled hard on his roots, slamming him to the ground.

He sprang upward, ready to throw down…until he processed my presence, his flushed expression falling ever so slightly.

His kissing partner held no reservations, shoving against my shoulder with fury. “What. The. Fuck. Is your problem?” His chest was heaving, blue eyes bulging.

“Fuck off,Alexander, before I make it your problem.”

“Alexander?” Remi asked. I sniggered.Of course the idiot doesn’t even know the guy’s name.

The man in question gave him a sneaky wink. “You can call me Alex.” Then, he narrowed his eyes on me. “Mr Oakview, to you.”

Remi choked, his ashen pallor whitening further as the blood drained from his face. I couldn’t help but chuckle.What are the fucking chances?Now that it had come to light, he did have a striking resemblance with his old man.

“Apologies, Mr Oakview,” I said. “It seems you’ve mistaken me for someone who gives a fuck.”

Alexander stalled, expectant gaze shifting over Remi, whose stare drilled a hole into the ground, refusing to say a word after the miraculous new finding.Does this idiot not realise there was a literal massacre that occurred a couple of rooms over? Geez, what a fucking mess.

“If you want him, you can book him at Playhouse,” I said to Alexander. “But he's mine tonight.” Remi shifted out of his comatose state, murderous intent radiating off him in waves as he looked on the verge of tackling me to the ground.

Alexander hesitated before grabbing Remi’s hand, then, my patience dissolved alongside everything else. I triggered my Variant, letting my next words pierce over his exposed flesh.“Leave before I fucking kill you.”

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