Sunshine

27- Epilogue

Marco's POV

I woke up tired feeling completely drained looking in the mirror my eyes are red and puffy; it looks like I've been crying.

Leaning down against the counter looking down at the sink, I have this unexplainable empty feeling in my chest.

I wash my face with water to reduce the red and puffiness; the cool water send chills down my spine.

Washing off my face take a shower and get ready for the day dressed in black slacks, and a white button up.

Looking at my hand as I button up my shirt,  the pinkie ring on my left hand is missing. I know Rose has it, or stole it as she would say. I should probably ask for it back, but I like the thought of her having it on.

I look down at my watch, it's 1:46, so Rose should be at work right now. I walk down stairs and into an empty living room, but from the corner of my eye I see a figure in leaning on the kitchen counter.

"You okay?" Matteo had deep dark bags under his eyes, along with a slight puffiness. His face paler than usual.

I furrow my eyebrows in question, "Yea. Why wouldn't I be?"

He look at me incredulously before anger sweeps his face, "What do you mean why wouldn't I be? Devin's fucking dead and you're walking around like you won Willy Wonka's golden ticket."

"No she's not she's at work." I glare at him.

A sympathy flashes across over his face, "Let me ask you a question. What happened last night?"

I squint my eyes thinking back to yesterday, "We went a ice cream, I had to leave for an emergency, I called Devin to tell her I was on my way, and then I-" A sharp intake of air fill my lungs, "And then I got there too late."

The fire. She didn't make it. I didn't get there fast enough, and she's dead.

A hand claps my shoulder, "Hey. It wasn't your fault."

I shake my head, "Yes. Yes it was. It if it wasn't for me it would've never happened. He wouldn't have done it." My breathing quickens and my heartbeat accelerates.

"Hey, hey." Matteo lightly pats my cheek, "Did you light the fire?" He ask intently.

"What?" I said appalled rapidly shaking my head, "No. I- I didn't."

"Okay then, it wasn't your fault." He saids reassuringly, "It was that son of a bitch's fault. Now the question is what are you going to do?"

"Kill him."

Matteo blinks, taken back, "I- You know, that's not what I was expecting, but okay."

•••••••

"It's really clear and simple. We find him, get him, and I kill him." I intertwine my hands on top of the round table.

We've been in the conference room for 30 minutes trying to come up with a solid plan to get to Koch without his security getting in the way.

And I've been trying to ignore the empty chair beside me for 30 minutes, but no matter how hard I try my eyes always drift to it. Like they are now.

She wanted to be a stripper in that chair.

I fight the urge to laugh at the awfully worded thought. Knowing her she'd probably would've said it out loud then laugh at her own words, and honestly you'd never know the next words that would come out of her mouth.

I remember she told me once that she thought a epilogue was what was given at funerals because they were used at the end of books. Once I told her she it was talking about a eulogy she told me to shut up and that she wanted a epilogue at her funeral.