Twisted Obsession

07 - Athena

"Please leave my kids out of this, Athena." He begged, shifting Blake from one him to another so there was a larger distance between me and his kid.

Someone walks into the kitchen and I drop my hand to my side, giving them a smile but behind the counter and behind their view I point the gun at Lafey's crotch.

"Ah, Fiona. How are you?" His tone was unsteady and way too loud.

Fiona looks at him weirdly but goes in for the hug he initiated. "Ryan, are you alright?" She asks, seeming concerned. She pulls away with her hands on the his arms. "Ryan, is everything okay?" She repeats herself.

"I'm sure he's fine." I interrupt, giving her a soft smile. "Ryan, honey?" I walk closer to him, pressing the gun into his back and placing my hand on his shoulder. "We're worried about you. You okay?" I ask, looking at him, raising an eyebrow. When he doesn't say anything I push the gun harder against his spine which makes him talk immediately.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, sorry about that. I just got a call from work and got distracted. Sorry, Fiona if I scared you." He laughs it out, not looking at me. I remove my hand from him and look at Blake.

"Oh, don't worry, Ryan." She laughs. "I totally understand. Well, it was so wonderful to see you." She says, pulling Blake's cheeks. "I'll let you to it, then." She smiles once last time and leaves us alone.

Immediately, he falls to his knees in front of me, begging. I lift my gun towards his head and he does the dumbest thing anyone in his position could ever, he grabs my gun. I slide the knife in my sleeve and slash his throat.

His baby slides put of his arms and falls on his lap. He chokes on his blood, gasping desperately for air.

I pick my gun from the floor. I wipe my knife on his shirt and slide it into my pocket. I pick up his baby and he smiles, cooing. "Hey, baby." I smile, wiping the few splatters off blood from his face. He  plays with my hair as I carry him out the kitchen. I take him up to his room and put him in his crib before leaving the Lafey house.

Once I was in my car. I grab my towel that I stored under my seat. I wipe the blood of my face and hands. Then I wrap my weapons in the towel and place it under my seat. I leave the crime scene, heading out to the safe house. The drive there was barely half an hour and quick.

I drive up the grey concrete driveway, stopping at the large black gates. After a minute the gate opens and I drive in. Ash stood at the entrance of the house, smoking. I park my Jaguar beside two Lincoln's and get down. I grab my phone and let Braydon know that the job was done.

Nathaniel approaches me, lifting the cigarette towards me. I take it from his fingers and place it between my lips.

"I didn't know you smoke." He says.

"I don't." I reply flatly ans sarcastically.

The safe house had very minimal furniture and was mostly grey. We walk into the living room where Jaxon laid. He was beaten, bruised and tortured by Nathaniel.

"I see you were busy." I take the cigarette from my lips. I blow out a ring as Nathaniel removes my coat.

I walk up to him, looking down at him. "How are you?" I chuckle.

"Fuck you, whore." He spits a chunk of his blood onto the insole of my platform heels.

I press my lips together and tap my foot. I squat down in front of him and press the bud of the cigarette against his bare chest. He screams in agony and I push harder for a few more seconds. I listen to his flesh sizzle in the heat and smirk. I pull back and he gasps. Tears streaming down his face. Inaudible cries leave his mouth and I stand back up.

"Clean your mess up like a good boy." I direct him, placing my heel on his chest. "Go on." I urge.

He looks up at with me hatred in his eyes and I raise an eyebrow. He listens and tears a peice of his shirt. Defying his ego, he cleans my heels, nice and gently.

I hear my phone ring, distinctly. "Nate, can you answer my phone?"

"Already on it, darling." He responds.

I look down at Jaxon. "You missed a spot." I say and he clenches his jaw. I smirk and he rubs harder. "Be gentle. These are worth a lot." I tell him only passing him off further.

Nathaniel approaches my side, holding the phone out for me. "He wants to talk to you." He tells me.

"Tell him that I'm busy."

"He seems desperate, darling."

I sigh and take the phone from him, looking at the caller ID, which read  dickface aka nemesis on my phone.

Oh! What the fuck does he want?

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