บททั้งหมดของ Fire Meets Gasoline : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

So I stay. I stay with Timothy, my bodyguard, Butcher. I stay and watch over him, listening to the beeping of the heart monitor. Watching the agony itched on his face since she died. Since he lost his daughter, his daughter Gabriella. Ever since that accident, he's had this look of agony itched on his face. Of course random people won't see it, all they'd see is fear but for those of us that know what pain is and how it looks like, we know that Butcher still mourns, still hurts, still wishes it was just a bad dream. Does it ever go away? The pain, does it ever stop hurting? Maybe for regular people it does but for us sworn in blood and violence, it doesn't stop, it does not leave. It continues until we become numb and can no longer feel. Can no longer tell if we should scream or cry. I want to give up, I really want to but I can't. I'm in too deep. We're in too deep. My eyes are tired of crying, my throat is dry and sore from screaming. I take hold of his cold hand and rub it. "L

No matter how long I stay in the lavender-scented bath, it does not work. No matter how hard I scrub my flesh, when I look at it, I see blood. Not just any blood, but Papa's blood. Quickly, I shake my mind off the thought. I can't allow my emotions to control me; now I'm being attacked by my past. Something Mother usually says rings in my mind."You can't take lives and expect to be happy."She's not wrong. I didn't technically kill my father, but I led him to his demise. If only I had obeyed Mother; now I bear the curse. The water is starting to get cold, so I get out.Rolan is not in my room when I leave the washroom. That's good because I'd love to have a few moments to myself. Walking to my closet with only a bathrobe on, all I have in my mind is how to crush those who defy me. I take out a black polyester jumpsuit and a pair of black ankle boots.I tie my hair up in a neat bun, and this time my hair cooperates with me. "I want everyone present for a meeting right now. I don't car

"You can't do this!!" "I am doing it right now, go on." While the guards hold the men down, with their heads up and necks bare, the nurses with face masks and gloves take the injection. They look up to me to give the order and I nod. They give them the shot then the guards release the men one after the other. The nurses step back and bow to me and I do the same. "Thanks a lot for your work and cooperation, girls, you can leave now." One after the other, with guards escorting them, they leave the room. Melancholy sets in, the realization of what just happened grip their throat so hard that their face turns so white, one should be worried. But I'm not done, oh I'm not. Currently, I'm standing behind Federico's chair. I hold the top firmly and the man sitting on it jerks. I smirk. "You see men, the reason I did not kill you is because I don't have backups and you all have been in the system long enough but fret not, give me three months and death will come to you. And if you thought

My head hurts. I hold my hand to it as I sit up on my bed. My bed? I remember falling asleep on Butcher's thighs when his soothing storytelling voices hit the right spot to make me seek the comfort of sleep. So how did I end up in my own bed? I'm certain Timothy isn't in any position to lift me and put me to bed."This should help with headaches."My eyes snap up to see Rolan walking into my room with the confidence of a king, holding a glass of water in his right hand and a pill in his left. His handsome face remains blank and expressionless, but his eyes are not as icy as when we first met."Helen was about to bring it in, so I took it from her because I also wanted to see you," he says as he places the water and pill in my hands."Oh," is all I manage to say. I clear my throat before tossing the aspirin into my mouth and washing it down with water. I take another sip of water and then place the cup on the desk next to my bed.The bed sinks as he sits on it, his right leg folded in

My mind is clouded with thoughts as I drive. Why did that man come to my office? He knows we've been searching for him. He came all the way to my office to tell me not to trust anyone? Who exactly is he? Most importantly, is he a friend or a foe or a clue to help solve my father's case? He did mention being friends with my father, but I don't remember seeing him in any of Dad's pictures.Dad never mentioned any ex-soldier, nor did Uncle. If he is a friend, why is he just making an appearance now? What is his mission? I hate not knowing. It makes me want to itch. This is not the mood I want to have when I meet Mother. I try to think of things that should put me in a better mood. Roland's veiny arms come to mind, the way they flex when he's handling me. His eyes, I can stare at them forever, especially when they burn with heat for me. Yeah, I love that. His suppressed moans and groans… A horn pulls me back to reality, and I realize that I'm not moving at a green light.As I enter the co