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I know they are both angry at my mother’s disappearance and I know they will do anything for her.

“We need to get ready for the future.”

“Yes, sir.”

“As for here, I’ll handle it. I’ll call you back when it’s time.” I hold their gazes, and they hold mine unflinchingly. “If I do drop dead before it’s time, you have my full authority to deal with them as you see fit.”

They are all I have now.

This will only end one way and if it does end before I get revenge, they are the ones I’m sure without a doubt will complete the task.

“Yes, sir,” Kai and Ty say together and then, they are gone as silently as they came.

CHAPTER 4

Emmett

Not even a minute after they’re gone, the main doors to my room creak open.

“Oh good, you’re up!”

That voice…

I whip my head around so fast, I think I almost snap my own neck.

I spot the curly hair first. Unlike that night, today it’s tied up into a big Afro bun by a glaring neon green hair tie, string thingy.

This is her… the angel of death.

Personally, I had imagined the angel of death to wield some sort of scythe, or a fucking pitchfork or a damn halberd, a soul-sucking tool of some sort that she’d use to harvest the many lives she took, laughing with mirth as she wreaked all sorts of havoc and chaos in unsuspecting people’s lives.

But that wasn’t the case at all.

She’s much worse than that… she smiles and has a chirper voice.

The real angel of death came in the form of a little, silly, ridiculous girl whose presence made my blood boil.

“Get out,” I mutter through gritted teeth.

The pathetic girl just stands there, her large eyes blinking slowly like a freaking caricature.

She doesn’t understand my anger toward her… how can she when she doesn’t even have a clue as to what I sacrificed that night?

“Are you deaf or are you just fucking dumb?” I snap.

She gasps. “You used a bad word!”

Oh, for fuck’s sake!

If only she knew my thoughts toward her and what I plan to do to her.

Keeping the silly girl alive wasn’t something I thought I’d be doing more than two times already, but my mother was more important.

Ivy’s life, though pathetic, had to be kept, so I could only nod in agreement.

“Go away,” I say each word slowly.

She watches me, almost with that same judging look from before.

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