Page 33 of Scarred Sins
Yet, I trust him completely.
This will either be my triumph or my doom.
TEN
This is the second time Blair has fainted in my arms in the past twenty-four hours.
Not that I mind having her body so close to mine. Her sweet, vanilla scent fills my nose, and I close my eyes, savoring the smell. Gently, I lower her head to lie in my lap.
It’s a lot of information for her to take in, especially in such a short amount of time. I’m certain she has a lot of questions, and I need to be careful how I’ll respond to those questions. I’ll help her by giving her the strength she needs.
Blair’s fingers wrap around the hem of my shirt, palm fisted around the fabric. Her brows slightly narrowed, lips parted.
From what I’ve seen on the tapes, she adores listening to the piano recordings I’ve been sending to her. With a small chuckle at how adorable she looks curled up against me, I start playing a Beethoven piece, one that I learned she enjoys the most.
I’m known as The Ghost.
There’s an obvious reason for that.
My killings are always clean with no evidence left behind. I shadow my targets for months if necessary in order to deliver the perfect kill. My presence is never detected, and all that I leave is a trail of bodies in my wake. Signature isn’t my thing because I don’t want to risk anyone connecting Arlo to The Ghost.
There are a handful of exceptions.
The first, and the most obvious one, is the prison massacre.
I was there for someone else. Then, after getting to know Blair a little and meeting with her over time, I saw that she was going to be sent to an asylum for mental illnesses that weren’t there. Half of the reports were fabricated. Believe it or not, getting into a mental hospital is harder than getting into prison.
In asmallfit of rage, I ended up killing around a hundred people.
Thank fuck it wasn’t a bigger fit.
Not one of my proudest moments, but I would do it all over again if it meant letting my butterfly roam free. I had to call Mom for help, and she was not pleased, not in the slightest. She almost left me hanging in there.
Almost.
Thankfully, both she and Dad came to the rescue.
The other few people where I left my signature were the people I killed because they hurt Blair. The two from Long Grove and another four that paid her parents to abuse her. Unlike the two men in that godforsaken city, I didn’t torture the other two.
However, every single piece of evidence of their crimes is safely tucked in my safe. It’s up to Blair how she wants to expose them and how she wants to use them.
The only two men left are Nelson Adams and Paul Simmons.
Something tells me that Adams is connected to Blair, too. If the two motherfuckers worked together and killed my aunt, there’s no reason not to believe Adams could’ve been one of the men to assault Blair.
I just need to find some concrete evidence, and showing Blair his ugly face isn’t smart, not now, at least.
A sigh escapes my lips when the melody stops echoing in the room, and my fingers hover over the piano for a moment. Then, as softly and gently as possible, I pull Blair’s body closer to mine, snuggling her to me.
My heart almost bursts from happiness.
There are a lot of errors and faults in the current plan, but I’ll ensure that we come up with a good one before it all goes down.
The first thing is introducing Blair to my world and my family. Crime, prison, and punishments are something she already knows of, but not to the extent I need her to. She has to be aware of the difficulties that might occur and that nothing here will be done the legal way.
That could frighten her to the point of leaving.
She can’t leave me.
