Haunting-Adeline

Come get me, Archie.
He hesitates on the doorstep, sensing the danger residing in the
shadows.
But a er a few moments, he develops a vagina and charges out the door
and down the porch steps. His head turns, his eyes widening as he catches
a glimpse of my face with a single red rose in my mouth, the stem caught
between my teeth.
I bare my teeth, a feral grin that would chill even the devil. Before he can
react, I dart out, grab his arm and twist him around. My hand slaps over his
mouth as I pull his back to my front.
Twirling my knife, I stab him twice in the stomach. Both precise areas
that won’t cut through vital organs. He grunts beneath my hand, the shock
rendering him mostly silent.
Before the situa on catches up to him and he starts shou ng, I push him
off of me and deliver one sharp punch to the back of the head.
Done in a ma er of ten seconds, not a single peep out of his mouth.
My arm snaps out and I catch him by the back of his suit jacket before he
can face-plant the cold, muddy ground. Out cold and bleeding profusely.
I need to staunch the wounds before he loses too much blood.
But first, I slide the rose from my mouth, and dip the petals in the
crimson spilling from his wounds.
Can’t have my li le mouse thinking there aren’t consequences for le ng
another man touch what’s mine. She’ll find out soon enough that I don’t
make idle threats.
I rest his body against the porch for a second while I walk up and throw
the rose at her doorstep. I’m too pissed to do much else.
And then I grab his body and start the brief trek through the woods
where my Mustang awaits. By the me the cops get here, it’ll be too late.
A blood trail will lead them to re tracks, and they might be able to
narrow down the make and model based on the tread impressions, but the
evidence will run cold a er that. It will all be destroyed soon enough.
The cops won’t know which direc on to look. And Archie’s family will
assume their enemies caught up to him.
And they wouldn’t be wrong. They just won’t be able to guess who un l
I’m standing in front of them with a knife in their necks.