Page 213 of Nemesync
In fact, he was already dead.
“You’re the one messing with the wrong ones, Marcelo.” I put a bullet in his leg, making him fall on his knees. His screamcut through the small alley, feeding that symphony only I could hear. “That’s so stupid of you to threaten the man I love.”
Another bullet pierced his abdomen, blood spilling on the ground like the testament to my madness for Elijah Volkov.
Echoes of his whispered pleas danced darkly in the cold air. The melody captivated me.
For the first time in my life, the voices agreed to fight someone else than me, as if my love for this man shadowed my hatred for myself.
“What was the saying again, Marcelo?‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’, right?”
I knew in that exact moment that I would do anything for Elijah, even if it meant descending further into the purgatory of my own despair.
Marcelo pulled his phone, even if he was fucking crying from pain.
“You’re mad if you think you could stop me or stop us.”
“You’re underestimating the danger that comes when you provoke a woman who’s protective of her man.”
His eyes widened, the color on his face disappeared. With those words, I pulled the trigger, delivering death with a single shot just on top of his temple, his lifeless body slumped on the ground, as I whispered, “Rot in the depths of your own fucking hell.”
Breathing heavily, I looked at Brian who came running when she heard everything through my earpiece. “Zanae, is everything okay?!!”
“Take me to the penthouse. I need to make sure Elijah is safe.”
We hurriedly exited the bar, leaving behind the dead body of Marcelo in this street. The music canceled the loud bang of the gun, but I didn’t even care about it. All I thought about wasthat if Marcelo didn’t answer a text or anything, there may be a person near the penthouse, ready to kill Elijah.
They were ready to kill anyone surrounding me. Nikolai, Ben, Miranda, June, even Brian.
Why?
Brian’s astonishment was still visible, her gaze switching between me and the macabre scene we left behind.
In my mind, things were becoming darker and darker.
Maybe, he was right, maybe If I just disappeared, it would be selfish, but I would allow them to live without this constant menace I brought to their life.
The only important thing right now is to see if Elijah is okay, Z.
I will think about this mess later.
“Holy fuck, you certainly surpassed the legend of the huntress tonight, Zanae.”
Ignoring the compliment, I quickly took charge, urging her to follow my lead. She dialed a number, her best friend, and arranged a way to make the body disappear quickly, leaving no trace of our involvement in this.
She sped through the city streets, my mind racing with worry and adrenaline.
I killed a man, and I felt no fucking compassion, no doubt, no remorse.
Was I discovering a new part of me? This cold-blooded killer.
You killed someone again Zanae.
Am I going insane right now?
Brian, seemingly more relaxed, and even excited, tried to calm me. “So, does the famous Zanae Dellé ever get her hands dirty like this often?”
“Not often,” I admitted. “But I guess I don’t like lawyers either.”
