Page 2 of Okay, I Regret a Little
Chapter 2
Wren
I
woke up in solitary with a splitting headache. Fucking Brody and his baton. If he hadn’t shocked me with it, I could have easily beaten his ass, even with these handcuffs on. Brody was on my shit list. I’d never killed a guard since I got arrested, but I’d killed warlocks like him before. Brody was due for a very unfortunate accident when I got out of here.
That was the simple part. My sisters and brothers in here had a world of pain coming their way. I’d been working Venus and thought I had them convinced, but I didn’t have their total trust. They didn’t bring me in on this plot to kill Astrid, and they made sure I was far away when they did it.
But they hadn’t tried to kill me. Yet.
I had to use my time in solitary wisely. There was nothing to do in here, anyway. There wasn’t even a bed. I had to plan my revenge. Let them think I was on their side for now. Maybe I wouldn’t kill all of them, but I was definitely destroying Venus.
I could have blamed the fox, but this was so far beyond her feud with Venus. Venus couldn’t blame her for ending up here. I knew things the rest of the coven didn’t. Yeah, Rei bit her, but that wasn’t why she got caught. She triggered the alarms and got caught on the security cameras. It was only a matter of time before the cops caught up with her.
I wasn’t a thief. My job before this was just as illegal as Rei and Venus’s was. I was a professional assassin. The only reason I didn’t end up in Scorchwood was that some people I’d killed for had greased a few palms in exchange for me not ratting them out. I wouldn’t have done that anyway, but I let them think I would because fuck if I wanted to end up in a Hell prison.
Venus seemed to have failed to realize one major thing about being a professional criminal: someone was always hunting you. There was always that one cop whose desk your file just had to cross. They wouldn’t rest until they slapped the cuffs on you.
Maybe they weren’t the ones to arrest you. Perhaps it was sheer dumb luck you got caught. But someone was always looking for you. You were never on someone’s mind in a good way. Mine was a wolf inspector who hunted me all over the fucking country. How he put two and two together and figured out all those kills were me, I’ll never know.
But I was never quite so obvious as when strolling into a museum without my face covered, tripping every alarm, and walking out thinking I wouldn’t end up in jail. That was just fucking stupid.
Killing someone in medical was difficult, but not impossible. It would make it easier not to tie back to me. Rajack and Dakarys better have my fucking back and get me what I needed to pull this off.
They might be my only friends left in this stinking prison.
