Page 42 of Miles
“We didn’t know anything about the little shit and his attack on Elsa. She wanted the memory to be washed away. See, some women don’t want to deal with the gross feeling that they were almost violated by someone they trusted. She was fortunate that he hadn’t gotten to what he planned, but it was because she was trained and not isolated.”
He slammed his fist down. “She wasn’t even raped. She threw a fit, and my son paid for it.”
“Really? He touched her, put his mouth on her, and he nearly got what he wanted, but she escaped his grasp. Seconds more, and he would have been buried years ago.”
“Now, let’s have a drink together before I finish what you started.”
I pour a drink for each of us with the laced bottle and hand it to him. Of course, my people brought it in to match the one he had. It was his favorite and he was an avid drinker, so he quickly downed the first glass. “Damn. Save some for the rest of us.”
“If you’re going to kill me, I might as well get wasted first.” He swirls his glass and grunts his disgust.
“I’m not going to kill you…yet.”
He takes another large gulp down. I hide my smirk as I noticed the slow shake of his hand. This time, the drugs are affecting him.
“What did you do to me?” he asked as his body weakens.
“Nothing. You should see these.” I set out his bank records and then his medical records.
“What the fuck?”
“See I don’t need to kill you, Novak. You’re already on the way out the door, and you’re broke as fuck. Soon, you’ll have nothing, and you’re rotting from the inside out, which I could have told you without the tests.”
“You bastard. Did you come here to gloat?” he asks.
“Duh. What the fuck did you think? I don’t even have to lay a finger on you, even though I know you laid your hands on my woman. You struck her, and I could suffocate your fucking ass right now and no one would know.” Although I’m not exactly telling the whole truth, it’s fun to watch him. Slowly, he loses it. His breathing becomes shallow as the meds work overtime.
“You’re a bastard.”
“I can take these back.”
“No, these are mine. I don’t even know how you got access to them.” Seriously, did this man know nothing about me? He might have gotten tests done, but the results were accidentally switched at the hospital.
Anyway, he tugged at his tie and then poured himself another glass and drank it as if to quench the thirst. He falls back on the chair, and I watch as he slowly dies. With precision, I switch the bottles, making sure to slide it into his hands, getting those necessary fingerprints. Then I pull out the prescription bottle of pills and add his fingerprints to those too, spreading out the necessary amount. I know how many were used and how many should roughly be in his system.
I snuck out the same way I came in and disposed of my fake print gloves. Using only back roads and my fellow Riders, I returned to Steeleville and my family.
It’s been a wonderful vacation.
Epilogue
Miles
Two years later
That’s my hot wife in her one-piece suit. Damn they could make a show about her sexy ass. No, no they couldn’t because I’d kill motherfuckers for drooling over her. She leans over the body in the middle of a crime scene two miles off the strip. I just flew back from a trip to Steeleville while she was working only to find her on the scene of a murder case in the desert. Her long hair tied up in a bun, the warm dry air, blowing a few strands around and away from her lovely face.
She’s bagging some evidence as I stand at the edge of the crime scene tape. I take out my phone and snap photos.
“Sir, may I ask why are you taking photos?” An officer asks. “This is a crime scene.”
“That beautiful woman is my wife and frankly, I’ve never seen her in action. She’s breathtaking even picking up potential evidence.”
“She is.” I let out a growl.
“What did you say?”
“I mean…”
