I flipped the page of her photo album that appeared to be of her marriage to Kane, even though she was now married to the piece of shit next to her.
“So…let me get this straight,” I said, pointing to the photo of the new husband standing next to Kane at the altar. “You were the best man and now you’re the new husband?”
He didn’t speak, I could see how angry he was at being tied up and by a woman no less.
“Are you Kane’s best friend? Did you betray him?”
Suddenly, I felt myself becoming very angry knowing they’d both betrayed him. He was a good man, just as Camille had told me, and they’d used and abused him.
I wanted to kill them just for that. Uncertain as to why I was so possessive and protective over him, when I knew he would be my demise, but I knew I felt something for him. There was a big part of me that wanted to act on it, to let him save me, and then there was that tiny vengeful spirit sitting on my shoulder telling me I’d done it for so long, there was no way he could save me now.
“Please,” the woman sobbed. “Please, let us go.”
“Silence,” I held up my hand to stop her. “I don’t want to hear your sobbing anymore.”
She closed her mouth and tried to muffle the sound coming out of her, but it was still annoying. I looked back down at the photos, seeing how happy Kane was on the day. He must have thought his life was going to be good, that he was marrying a woman who would treat him right.
I looked over at the weeping mess of a woman who continued to plague his kind heart and I felt a newfound rage sweep through my chest. Putting the photo album down, I looked back over at the two of them who had been entirely too easy to tie up. Blood seeped from the husband’s eyebrow down into his eye. It was painful, I knew that first hand, but he barely blinked it away.
“So…bestie,” I said, moving over to him. He tried to move away from my hand, but he could barely move an inch. “Why did you betray him?”
“Why are you doing this?” the wench sobbed again. I held the knife to her throat, her muffled sobbing making her throat bob up and down quickly.
“I’m doing this because I want to.”
“Why us?” he asked me.
“Ah, Judas finally speaks,” I said, moving back over to him. “Does it bother you that your beloved wife still has a photo album filled with happy snaps oftheirwedding day?”
“No,” he said, but I saw the tic in his jaw.
“Oh…what about her visiting him, crying and wanting his affection?”
It did bug him, I could see it in the way he turned his head to the side to avoid my gaze.
“Did I hit a soft spot?” I asked him, grabbing his head with my hand and pulling his face back to look at me. “Is it because you know she could never love you like she loves him?”
“Stop it,” Mimi screamed at me. “We haven’t done anything to you.”
I let go of the husband’s face and stood back next to her. “This is true, you are innocent bystanders in this altercation, but Detective Garrick has done something no other cop has and I don’t like it. I’m using you to get back at him.”
Her sobbing got worse as she realized she may not get out of this alive. Personally I didn’t know why I’d come here, or why I decided to go down this route. It was so unlike me, but this woman enraged me. When I’d seen her run up to Kane at his apartment, thwarting my own chance at going to see him, I could barely control my anger. It was startling to say the least.
Especially to me.
The chair under the husband creaked and I turned my head to see him trying to get free. His bindings were loose, I realized as I watched him launch up at me from the chair. I wheeled out of his way and chased him toward the door where he was running to.
Hitting him with the butt of my knife, he went down like a sack of potatoes. Grunting, I grabbed his ankles and pulled him back across the carpet, leaving a bloody stain from where his head was bleeding and dropped him at her feet. She screamed, not sure if he was alive or not.
“So you do care about him,” I said, breathlessly.
“Of course I do,” she screamed at me. “He’s my husband.”
“So was Kane.”
Confusion knitted across her forehead as she looked at me for longer than I wanted her to. “Do you like him?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I spat in response.
