Haunting-Adeline
“Does it freak you out when someone pops up out of nowhere andthreatens your life? I’ll admit, I was a bit more direct, but the inten on isthe same.”The twins’ eyes shi to each other.“What the fuck are you talking about, man?”“I’ll tell you why I’m here when the three of you set those purdy li leguns you got riding up your assholes on the table there,” I say, nodding myhead towards said table.The twins look to Max for direc on, and when he nods, they listen.Oh. Goodie. He does have two people that have a shred of loyalty. Let’ssee how long that lasts when someone who is clearly in over their head isrunning the show.A bead of sweat drips down Max's forehead as he follows my direc ons,nearly throwing the weapon on the table from his anger. The other twofollow suit, one twin picking his up from the ground and the other slidinghis out from the back of his pants before se ng them on the table withMax’s. Slowly and gently. Indica ng this isn't their first rodeo where a gunis in their face.“Adeline Reilly and Daya Pierson. Those names ring any bells in thoseempty heads of yours?”Max's eyes round at the edges slightly, enough to reveal recogni on.“Never hear—”“Here’s the thing about liars,” I cut in. “I really don’t fucking like them.They kinda make me twitchy actually. Do you want me ge ng twitchywhen my finger is on a trigger?”Max’s lips ghten into a hard line.“Your girl was involved in my best frie—”“And here’s the thing about assump ons,” I cut in again, grinning whenMax snarls with irrita on. “They’re baseless, and most of the me, you’rereally fucking wrong. Addie doesn’t have anything to do with Archie'sdeath. But I do.”Max's head jerks towards me but is deterred by the gun s ll firmlypressed against his temple. He grits his teeth, his chest heaving with fury. Ismile as his body trembles.“What, is Addie an ex or something? You get jealous she wanted Archinstead?” Max hisses. Man, those two really were bes es. They sound
exactly alike when laid on their deathbed.I shrug, unbothered. “I did get jealous, but she’s certainly no ex. Yourbest friend was a shit person. You sorry pieces of shit may get off onslapping around women but can’t say I find enjoyment out of that.”“I will fucking kil—”“You’re not going to do shit,” I interrupt for the third me. “You’re atadpole in an ocean of sharks and you have no fucking idea who I am, butyou’re about to learn.”When Max's eyes meet mine, I flash my teeth, pull out my phone andclick the play bu on on the awai ng video.Max’s father sits in a chair with a gag in his mouth. Sweat and tears rundown his face as he looks at the camera with all the fear humankind hasever known.The two of them are as close as a father and son can be, sharing thesame interests in drugs and tossing around women for the hell of it.His father rambles behind the gag, pleading for his life. I have no plans tokill the man. While he’s a shi y human, he wouldn’t be any good to medead. Not when he’s going to be the leverage hanging over Max's head.I came awfully close to walking in here and shoo ng them all dead, butthen I’d have to kill all their families too, and my girl doesn’t like it when Ido that.Now that Addie’s on their radar, the more of them I kill, the moreenemies I make not only for myself, but her too.Exhibit A—the dickhead who has my gun pressed to his head because Ikilled his best friend.I don’t have the goddamn me to deal with small fish when I have GreatWhite’s floa ng around in my ocean. Too bad for them, I’m a fuckingMegalodon.“What did you do to him?!” Max shouts, jerking forward towards theguns. I grab his arm and haul him back against the booth, a breath of airpuffing out of his chest from the force.“He’s not dead, so se le down. No need to yell, my ears are sensi ve.”Colorful exple ves spill from his mouth, but I ignore them and tap thesilencer on the underside of his chin hard enough to make him bite histongue.
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exactly alike when laid on their deathbed.
I shrug, unbothered. “I did get jealous, but she’s certainly no ex. Your
best friend was a shit person. You sorry pieces of shit may get off on
slapping around women but can’t say I find enjoyment out of that.”
“I will fucking kil—”
“You’re not going to do shit,” I interrupt for the third me. “You’re a
tadpole in an ocean of sharks and you have no fucking idea who I am, but
you’re about to learn.”
When Max's eyes meet mine, I flash my teeth, pull out my phone and
click the play bu on on the awai ng video.
Max’s father sits in a chair with a gag in his mouth. Sweat and tears run
down his face as he looks at the camera with all the fear humankind has
ever known.
The two of them are as close as a father and son can be, sharing the
same interests in drugs and tossing around women for the hell of it.
His father rambles behind the gag, pleading for his life. I have no plans to
kill the man. While he’s a shi y human, he wouldn’t be any good to me
dead. Not when he’s going to be the leverage hanging over Max's head.
I came awfully close to walking in here and shoo ng them all dead, but
then I’d have to kill all their families too, and my girl doesn’t like it when I
do that.
Now that Addie’s on their radar, the more of them I kill, the more
enemies I make not only for myself, but her too.
Exhibit A—the dickhead who has my gun pressed to his head because I
killed his best friend.
I don’t have the goddamn me to deal with small fish when I have Great
White’s floa ng around in my ocean. Too bad for them, I’m a fucking
Megalodon.
“What did you do to him?!” Max shouts, jerking forward towards the
guns. I grab his arm and haul him back against the booth, a breath of air
puffing out of his chest from the force.
“He’s not dead, so se le down. No need to yell, my ears are sensi ve.”
Colorful exple ves spill from his mouth, but I ignore them and tap the
silencer on the underside of his chin hard enough to make him bite his
tongue.
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