The Judge is dragged by my father over to the edge of the roof, his screams of protests piercing my ears as his reality comes crashing down.
His dying thoughts will be how he lost it all, everything their family name has carried on for over a hundred years, gone within the space of a couple hours.
Because Conrad will die; that’s a fucking guarantee.
My girl walks towards him, that sickening but wickedly beautiful look on her face as she stands before him. I’m waging a war in my mind, tremors wracking with the coldness in my body, but I’m not missing her.
There’s not an ounce of fear in her eyes. In fact, she looks like she’s having the time of her life.
Fuck.
I love this woman.
“How the mighty fall.” She cocks her head, a chilling giggle leaving her throat. “I’ll make sure to tell your last remaining son how much his dad cried and begged for his life. How much of a pussy you really are. I’m sure he’ll follow in your footsteps once I have my way with him; he always was a little bitch.”
My dad flips him round, hovering him over the edge as he whispers something in his ear, the Judge’s fear-filled eyes radiating nothing but hatred towards him.
I know what it is; it’s his last checkmate.
Harris Kent’s revenge comes back to haunt Omnia from the grave, unknowingly helping fuel the force that’s brought down his entire society.
But it’s his youngest daughter’s last words that hit the mark, his resentful gaze snapping to her the moment before it ends forever. “Lesson learned.”
As soon as the words leave her lips, the Judge’s scream dying out as he falls to his death, I give in.
Let the darkness know its master’s making a visit home.
35
Indie
say it - ne-yo
Iwalkupthestairs of the Pit with Dawson; they feel easier to tackle than the first time I stepped up them. I’m unsure if that’s the strength I’ve gained, or the weight on my shoulders that’s slowly getting lighter with each Montgomery that meets their demise.
“How can they still be missing?” I groan, stopping in the middle of the hallway, running a hand through my hair. It’s been three days since the Judge and George were taken care of. The same day Malcolm had the manor engulfed in flames, and Ultio hunting down anyone who might pose a threat to us.
I thought I would feel on top of the world knowing we were so close, that the threat of the Omnia no longer hangs above our heads. They’re nowhere near as strong as they were when we first started.
Their leader is dead; one half of the heir is dead.
One remains.
And we can’t find him, or my sister.
“He’s backed into a corner. He’ll be losing his fucking mind right about now. This is when they’re the most volatile,” Dawson mutters, stuffing his hands in his pockets and staring down towards Regina’s room.
She was quiet the entire journey back, and whilst Saint was passed out in my lap from blood loss, I made sure to keep talking to her, keeping her grounded. It’s the shock; it takes you in its grip and threatens to never let go.
It’s not easy killing someone; most of us around her are now immune to it. The only reason she isn’t as altered as a normal person would be is because her abuser is no longer alive.
She dealt with it by her own hand. She’s got what I’m craving.
“How is she holding up?” I ask him, glancing down the staircase to see Rex walking past with Jenna.
He sighs. “She said she’s fine, but I can see it’s playing on her mind.”
“Just be patient with her; she’ll open up eventually. Gina…She’s never been in a relationship before. It’s been a lot of firsts recently.”
