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KATHERINE

I wondered if I belonged in an asylum. It was an odd thought but at the same time. It was up for question.

No one should feel this sort of excitement from holding someone captive against their own will. Maybe it was the by-product of revenge.

The adrenaline that flows through your veins when you find your thirst is on the verge of being satisfied.

Whatever guilt that I felt, clawing at the bottom of my stomach, I ignored it. I tried not to dwell or linger on it for longer than necessary.

This was the man who thought it was okay to dump me after three years of giving my life to him.

I didn't get off hurting people. I wasn't some sick psycho who liked hurting people on the side for fun, but when it came to Silas, it was very much deserved.

I finally arrived at the abandoned garage where I knew they would be waiting for me. The location blended in.

It wouldn't be a prime location for suspicion, and to anyone, it was just an abandoned mechanic shop that had been shut down for years.

It was the main reason why I settled for it.

I don't know how long I sat in the driver's seat. My hands were shaking a little bit. I don't know if it was from excitement or anxiety.

My subconscious was judging me heavily, but again, I numbed whatever conscience I had left as I made way out of the car and headed to the back door. Silas didn't have a conscience when he shattered my heart to pieces.

I had pleaded with him, and I had told him that I was willing to be better. Whatever Fontana was, I was willing to be that for him. I cringed at the memory. Looking back at it now, I certainly came off as pathetic and desperate.

But I loved him and I had been willing to do everything that I could to convince him to stay but he didn't.

Love!?

My subconscious reminded me. As much as I wanted to deny it, it was the truth. No matter how much I liked him, no matter how much I wanted to convince myself that I resented him, I was still in love with him and maybe, just maybe I would be able to make him see reasons with me.

Maybe I would remind him why he stayed with me for three years.

Listen to yourself, Katherine. You're delusional.

Maybe I was, but regardless, I wasn't letting him get married to Fontana.

The air surrounding the room as I entered was filled with dust and a stale smell.

A huge, burly man approached me. His face was set in a frown, and he shot me a

look.

“Don't look at me like that, Davis. There was traffic,” I scoffed. He was the man that I had hired for the job. He had a reputation for always getting the job done, and that was the reason I picked him.

He had been skeptical about doing it at first. I mean, kidnapping someone's ex fiance was ridiculous, but with the amount of money that I offered him and his friends, I'm sure he couldn't turn it down.

My gaze lingered on the ring on his left eyebrow. He was as intimidating as he looked.

“Well, we don't have all day, and there are other things to do. I'm sure you understand,” his voice was firm, slightly dismissive, but I didn't let myself longer on the tone of his voice too much. That wasn't why I was here.

“Follow me,” he turned away and started walking without a backwards glance.

I found my heart quickening as I did exactly as he wanted. I clenched my hands into fists to stop them from shaking.

This wasn't the time, and I didn't want to give off the impression that I was beginning to have second thoughts.This was the last thing that I wanted.

We walked into the next room, and in the middle of the room, Silas was tied to the chair just as I had instructed Davis.

His face was covered with the back cloth as well. Davis' men were at the corner of the room. I tried to ignore the tingles that I felt when I saw him.

“Fancy seeing you here. I thought you'd be busy buying flowers for your fiance,” I drew as I approached him. I felt the need to gloat a little. I wanted him to know that I was the one who had this power over him.

Whether he liked it or not, His freedom was in my hands, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He gave nothing away as he remained still. His body was rigid, but it wasn't tense.

It was more of composure than tension, and I wasn't sure that I liked that very much. If anything, this was certainly not the reaction that I was looking forward to.

I wanted him to panic, I wanted him to plead with me to let him go back to Fontana. Why would he even want to go back to her anyway? I was here, and I was more than ready to make things work.

“I’m sure you're surprised to hear my voice. You didn't think this was the way it was going to end, did you?” My statement was accompanied by an unnerving silence that irritated the hell out of me.

“I've been stuck with you for three years, and you thought that it was okay to leave me for Fontana? You thought this was the way to end it?” My voice shook a little. I was beginning to become overwhelmed with emotions.

“You told me you were ready to have a baby and start a family with me. You told me I was all you need, and then you decided to betray me at the very last minute.”

Still silence.

My emotions were slowly giving way to anger. In a flash of rage, I stormed over to him and lifted the cloth away from his head. I struck the back of my hand against his cheek without thinking, and when he finally shifted his gaze to me, slowly.

My face was suddenly suspended in a state of horror as unfamiliar green eyes stared at me. This was definitely not Silas.