Memoirs of Retribution

Chapter 19 - I Spy with my Little Eye

I stood at the door to Dominic's office, it was slightly ajar – could anyone close doors in this place – I could hear everything he and Mason were discussing or who they were discussing, would be more accurate.

"You're manipulating her for your own gain. It is sick. You're exploiting the already distorted mind of a broken girl." Mason seethed.

"But she's so good at it." Dominic replied with amusement clear in his voice. Ice clinked in a glass, probably his as he took his fill of the clear liquid in his usual glass.

"It's wrong. You should have let her live. Have a life outside of pain and suffering not getting her to inflict it on others." Mason tried again to get Dominic to see his side of things.

"Did you know she doesn't speak to Olena anymore, me or even Lucas? You have twisted her up to be something evil. That is not who she is." Mason continued.

"And you know who she is, do you?" Dominic asked his voice rising to match Mason's anger. By Mason's silence I know he was caught off guard by the question Dominic posed. None of them knew me before any of this.

"No. But I know this isn't what she would want her life to be." He sighed out of pure frustration and lower his voice. "She is so consumed by that list, the next name the next kill. That is will devour her whole." I heard the worry in his voice over my safety and wellbeing.

But Dominic is stubborn, and I knew he wouldn't budge on his opinions or actions. "Then you tell her she can't have her retribution. You tell her to stop." He spat back to Mason.

"Fine, I will. But you have to stop manipulating her." Mason confirmed and countered.

I'd heard enough. No one will take this from me.

Pushing the door open uninvited I walked in. Blooded gun in hand. The blood from the head of a rival family, one that yes was involved with Roger but me? I'm starting to doubt that he was. My eyes never left Dominic's as I strowed forward, not one misstep, not one falter.

The click of my booted heels over wooded floors a soundtrack to my entrance. Stopping abruptly in front of his desk. I was now situated right in between the two chairs positioned in front of Dominic's desk, Mason in one the other left empty.

Our locked eyes didn't drop as I raised the gun, releasing the bullet clip and slamming it down on the desk. Still, my eyes burned into his. I cocked the gun and pointed it at him. His smirk deepened in a challenge. Daring me to do it.

He surrendered once, but I knew he never would again.

I could sense Mason's unease at the situation, looking between the two of us but not saying a word.

At the last second, I dropped the tip of the gun and pulled the trigger. The shot echoed around the room loudly in the confined space.

Mason jumped out of his seat quickly causing it to tip over.

Dominic's gaze dropped for a second to see where the bullet had embedded itself in the thick wood of his desk, right over his crown jewels.

He looked back up and raised a questioning brow, not in surprise, no, more in amusement that, that is where I would choose to hurt him.

Slamming the now empty gun to the table I turned my back to him. Knowing he wouldn't kill me – his molded killer – and left the office. Never once looking back at him or Mason but catching the dark stare of Pierre. I was in no mood to talk, pushing past him I left.

Maybe that will make any of them think twice about manipulating me. But I doubted it. I didn't know what he meant by me being manipulated for Dominic's gain, but I didn't care.