A Reason To

(Mathew’s Pov)

“And what if she does matter, will you do the needful, by getting rid of her” Laura asked

I could feel the smell of alcohol and warm breath on my skin, as she spoke, her eyes held mine as if searching for the right answer.

“That's up to me to decide Laura” I responded.

Laura giggled. “Why are you getting angry over nothing, getting rid of her is our main target, so why are you getting pissed off” she questioned.

Trying to get her arms off me, her grip tightened, and my eyes sparkled mischievously as she smiled.

“Laura, you must hate me badly,” I asked.

Her eyes widened, too stunned to speak, slowly she loosened her grip, moving backward as she staggered, grabbing hold of the table beside her.

“Hate? That's a strong word and the wrong way to put it, I don't hate you, I wished it was your body lying in that grave not Ryan” she choked on her words, her eyes teary.

Walking closer, I tried to touch her but she brushed my hands off.

“I still wonder, if things would have been