“No, Kevin, I saw the video. If you’re into men, you could have just told me! Cheating… I’m not sticking around for this. No, I’m taking the kids right now. My parents will help make sure you never see us again.”
Putting their three kids in the back, she hops in and peels out of the driveway like she stole the minivan. I’ve never seen a minivan leave marks like that before.
I walk into the house through the back door and call Officer Vold as I check every room to make sure there’s nothing living still in this house.
“Vold,” he answers and sounds out of breath.
“Well, hello, Officer.”
“What the fuck did you do?”
Chuckling, I start tossing the gasoline around the living room. “You have no idea who you just pissed off.”
“You told my wife!” he shouts.
“You made a mistake, Vold. And if you think that’s all I’m willing to do, you did choose the right club to work with.”
I move to the master bedroom and toss more gasoline on the bed. It’s a favor for his wife, actually. It’s a bit ironic I’m outing a cheater when I was in a similar situation. Granted, I’ve never cheated. I’ve been the other person, but never the unfaithful one.
“Fuck you, Molloy!”
“No, fuck you, Vold. And just so we’re on the same page, what I’m doing now will not have any evidence pointing back to me. Not unless you want that video I showed your wife to make it to your cop brothers’ phones.”
Hanging up, I laugh and continue pouring a line of gas throughout the house. The dining room table. The garage. The stairs to the basement.
“Fuck off to you, sir,” I say, lighting a match and tossing it onto the couch.
It immediately goes up in flames, and I smile as I watch it spread. Butch can just buy him a new house.
There’s no doubt in my mind that he called the Venom president before deciding what to do. Maybe he couldn’t get the file and needed advice. Or maybe it was his plan to keep me hanging on long enough to think he was an ally. Either way, Butch no doubt promised him nothing bad would happen if he crossed me.
Well, Butch fucking lied.
I walk outside and smile at my handiwork from the backyard. It’s beautiful. But I can’t watch it too long. I have to get out of here before someone sees me.
Slipping through the hedge between his yard and the neighbor’s, I walk a few houses, pulling my leather and sweatshirt off, shoving them into my backpack. I walk until I find a bike path to the street between a few of the houses, and I step out onto the street.
I hear the sirens before I see them. With as much gas as I spread in there, I’m not sure whether they can put it out to salvage the house or not.
I hope not.
I hope Officer Vold pulls up to find his house crumbling to the ground.
Just like his life just did.
A cop comes into view, and I take a chance. This could bite me in the ass, but it’s worth it.
Waving them down, I bend down to the passenger side window as it rolls down. “I saw a guy carrying a gas can running that way,” I say, pointing the opposite direction. “I think he had a gun on him, too.”
The cop peels away, chasing an invisible assailant, and I laugh. I laugh hard. “I can’t believe that worked.” They’re all fucking stupid, aren’t they?
I take my time walking to my bike, turning around to see the cloud of black smoke even when the flames are out of view. Two firetrucks whiz past, and I think it might actually be too late. Two cans of gas went further than I thought they would.
My phone rings as I reach my bike, and I wait to answer it until I’ve pulled my leather back on. It feels weird being out in the world without my club logo on my back.
Considering how this day started with Chanel, this really turned things around for me. It was cathartic.
“Yeah?” I answer.
