7

Killian

I sat in my car, impatiently waiting for Aspen to step out of her house. Her place made me feel sick and I was already tired of whatever family drama that was going on. I already suspected that her father was going to do something like that. I saw the look of greed in his eyes when I handed the check over to him. I already predicted that he would turn on his daughter and his dying wife.

I pulled out my phone to call Brooke, “Boss,” Brooke called the moment he picked up the call.

“Find Alex Vale. I suspect that he’s still here in the city. Do everything you can to find him and make sure that he does not escape. Let me know once you find him.” Brooke was my head guard and he was very good at his job. In no time, he was going to find me Alex Vale whom I was going to deal with in my own way.

“Okay, boss.”

“Take him to my Torture house once you find him. And retrieve whatever check you find with him.” I was not a good person and I did not fight for people or even interfere in their matters and I seriously did not care about Aspen or what she had with her father.

But if I was going to be technical, the money belonged to her. She was a grown adult and was the person I married, not her father. The money was rightfully hers and I was going to give it to her.

After ending my call with Brooke, I went ahead to call Damien. The only man that I could call a friend. Maybe he was the only person who could tolerate me. “Kill,” He called.

“Did you get the DNA results?” I asked and I felt nervous. Aspen looked so much like Flora. My ex-girlfriend back in college. I loved her. I did a lot of things for her, but then she left. She broke my heart and left me longing for her.

Nothing had gotten me nervous for five years, but I got nervous after seeing Aspen standing right in front of me. Her face reminded me of Flora. My first love.

“Yes. And Aspen is not flora. She is actually Aspen Vale. 22 years old. She dropped out of college last year. You and Flora finished college years ago. She is not your ex.” Damien reported and I sighed heavily.

“Are they related?” Flora came from a rich home, there was no way Aspen would be her sister.

“No. I think them looking alike is just a coincidence. Was that why you chose to marry her?" Part of the reason why I decided to marry Aspen was that she looked like Flora.

“Kill, I know that you are still crazy about Flora. But do not taint Aspen with your black heart and don't break her too much. You already got what you wanted by getting married, I think you should let the girl be and—” I did not allow Damien to finish when I ended the call.

I already heard what I wanted to hear from him. I did not want to hear more. I just ended the call when Aspen arrived, carrying a bag with her. “You are six minutes late. I specifically told you to come back here in five minutes.” I reminded her immediately after she got into the car, but she ignored me.

If there was something that I hated the most, it was getting ignored. My jaw clenched and I angrily removed my hand from the steering wheel when I grabbed Aspen by her jaw, tilting her head forcefully to look at me.

“I'm not the kind of man that you will want to disobey.” Aspen's eyes widened with unshed tears as she tried struggling with me. But seeing those tears in her eyes gave me an exciting thrill.

I smiled. “Do not test me. I'm far from gentle.” Releasing her jaw, I returned my focus to the steering. “What hospital is your mother in?” I asked, starting my car.

“C…i….ci..city hospital.” Aspen stammered and tears spilled down her face. She looked pretty when crying. I liked it.

The ride to the hospital was not silent at all as Aspen kept sniffling and crying. It was when we had almost dried her tears that she wiped her eyes. “Where is my phone?” She asked, immediately after I packed my car.

“I don't know,” I confessed, undoing my seatbelt.

“What do you mean by you don't know?” Aspen exclaimed, her eyes widening. “I came to your house with it.”

“And I got rid of all the trash. It must have gone along with it.” Her cellphone should literally not have been classified as a cellphone. I didn't even know how she was using that.

“I have memories in it. Pictures and contacts. You can’t just throw my things away.” Aspen protested.

“I will get someone to find it. Will you wrap this up? I have somewhere to be.” I uttered impatiently, taking a look at my wristwatch while tapping my foot restlessly against the brakes.

It was coming again. That need. The need to spill blood. I was starting to feel restless. Being a psychopath dealing with PTSD has always been a major challenge for me. But I found a way to go about it and that was spilling blood.

I needed to kill someone. That was the only way to calm me down or I was going to lose it. I would become aggressive and angry and no one wanted to see me angry or in my psychopathic state.

“Let's make this quick.” I stepped down from the car and Aspen did the same. Anyone who would see her with me was going to pity her, especially people who knew the real me. I was a monster. A heartless one.

Aspen was innocent. She had that innocent aura hovering all over her, but it was too sad that she caught the attention of a monster.