“It’s finally over.” I smile up at Enzo and cup his face.
I jab a needle into his neck, and his body falls to the floor.
“Forgive me.”
I climb out the window and go around the corner to the limo idling in wait. I knock on the window, and the woman in the driver’s seat lowers it.
“You must be Helena. I see why Twist is so far gone for you.” I smile and nod.
“Nice to meet you, Haven. I’ve heard nothing but good things. Like the way you enjoy disappearing bodies. Well, I have one in the women’s bathroom. Can you be a gem and burn theson of a bitch?” Haven glances over her shoulder and then turns with a smile.
“What are friends for?”
I squeeze her shoulder and dash for my bike as the doors to the limo open. I take one look at Cable before I put my helmet on and drive off.
He’ll forgive me…hopefully.
EPILOGUE
Helena Rossi owed me a major explanation. The moment we took care of her problem, she left us out to dry. No note, no thanks, just up and left the scene with us holding the bag. It took us half the day to clean up the mess she left.
I storm into her building and turn down the corridor to her office with Cable hot on my tail.
“Twister, calm down.” I huff at his words.
When in the history of forever have those words ever worked? I’ll tell you when, fucking never! I raise my foot and kick her door open to find…nothing?
“What the fuck?” I spin in a circle, but the space is empty, looking just like the rest of the abandoned building.
“Well, this ain’t good.” I glare at his commentary.
“No shit,” I push past him and practically jog to the other side, where the state-of-the-art clinic she was running to help addicts is.
I turn the corner and skid to a full stop with no warning, causing Cable to slam into my back.
“No.” It’s a ghost town.
The reception area is gone. The walls are bare, paint peeling, and exposed brick, all adding to the facade that there hasn’t been anyone working, living, or operating a full-fledged drug empire here for years.
“FUCK!” I kick the dirt around where I know there was carpet a week ago.
“This is not normal. I mean, I get covering your tracks, but this is more like disappearing off the face of the Earth like you never fucking existed.” I ignore him as I pace the room.
“Um, Twister?” I spin around to see him pointing at a white envelope taped to the wall.
I walk over to it carefully as if I were maneuvering around a mine field, knowing damn well whatever is in that envelope is going to blow my life up.
The closer I get, the clearer the writing on it becomes to form my name. I peel it off the wall in slow motion. I don’t think I breathed the entire way across the room, so I gasp as I open the fucking thing like a pussy.
“Want some privacy?” I shake my head.
I don’t have a clue what she could possibly say to break my heart any more than she has, but I’m smart enough to know I’m going to need my best friend to pick me up off the floor after I read what’s in this envelope.
I pull a single sheet of paper out and hold it for a few seconds, weighing it in my palm.
“Want me to read it?” Am I that much of a coward?
“No,” I open the letter and turn away from Cable.
