Page 241 of When We Fall: Part Two
“She was no fucking commoner, you old fuck! She was a Russian heiress. Her marrying me would have fucked up a lot of things in this world. You knew it. Everett knew it. Fucking Sergio knew it. And now, I know it.” Enzo stood.
“I-I’m sorry. I was only looking out for my daughter?—”
“You’re whore monster of a daughter is now my wife,” Enzo said softly. “And she will be dealt with soon.” Enzo exhaled as Vander Veer shook in his seat, weeping softly.
“I want to thank you for being a fool,” Enzo continued as I kept my gun trained on Vander Veer. “For signing your company over to me in order to marry your daughter. I loved how you didn’t even bother to read any of it.”
“I knew what was in it. You know it was approved by my attorneys! The seer said… he said it was the only way to the top,” Vander Veer choked out. “That’s what he said!”
“You old fool,” Enzo whispered, getting near his face. I took a step closer so I could hear him. “Maybe he wasn’t talking about you. Maybe… he was talking about me.”
Vander Veer wept harder, his entire body shaking. “Please. Please don’t kill me. I’m begging you. My daughter. Please.” He slid out of his chair and onto his knees in front of us. “I am begging you, please spare my daughter.”
“Tell you what,” Enzo said. “Kill yourself, and I’ll keep your daughter alive.”
He cried harder.
“Do you love her?” Enzo whispered. “Celeste?”
“Yes.”
“Then do this for her.”
We watched him sob on his knees for a long time before he finally spoke again.
“Yes. I-I’ll do it. For her. My sweet angel.”
This guy was delusional. Celeste was not a fucking angel. She was lower than demon shit on a hot Sunday afternoon in hell.
Of course, it appeared the old demon turd didn’t fall far from the demon ass.
Or what-the-fuck-ever.
I lowered my gun and pulled out the vial E had made all those months ago. A killer. Untraceable. Just sweet death.
“No. Please,” Vander Veer cried out, trying to shift away from me.
Enzo grabbed him, fisting his hair and yanking his head back, helping to open his jaws. I lunged forward and forced his mouth open further. He struggled, but he wasn’t strong enough.
I got the liquid into his mouth quickly, making him sputter and garble as it burned its way down his throat.
Enzo released him as Vander Veer reached for his throat, sputtering and begging for help. We stepped away from him and let him collapse on the floor. His breathing turned labored. His face was going from red to purple. His body twitched now and then until he stopped moving altogether.
I knelt and checked his pulse.
“He’s dead,” I said, looking up to Enzo.
Enzo said nothing as he moved the chair he’d been in back to its spot. That was the cleanest murder I’d ever been part of. It looked like the old fuck simply died of a heart attack on the floor of his room.
Too good a death for him after what he’d done to our family.
Quietly, we left the house, locking it. Enzo turned the videos back on and set the security system again before we jogged through the woods to where we’d left the Escalade.
We got in, and I started the engine and just sat there, breathing hard.
Enzo’s soft sobs sounded out, and I looked over at him, my tears silent.
“He deserved it,” I said softly. Fiercely. “One down, brother.” I reached out and gripped Enzo’s hand.
