Her Coven: My Coven Book 2

Axeman

I have lived a life equal to the quantity of 1000. I have gone after every guy I see fit, and burned down his house when he doesn't live up to my extremely high expectations. That's how I was in my 20's and that's how I am now. There is only one man that I have yet to obtain one Ansley Chalomain. He's not younger or a supermodel, he is just a curious man. Tall in stature and muscular, he seemed to not even notice my existence. He reminded me of an axeman that I had relations with 30 years ago. I think that I actually have found someone that I adore.

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Correction. I was noticed when he asked me to get drinks. He offered a gin rickey. Now I know. It is him. There's a glimmer of hope, of murder in his eyes. The question is "How did he escape?" I have pondered this inquiry for hours on end. The other day while he was on the couch, I leaned over and whispered:

"I know it's you."

"Who?"

"I can see it in your eyes. We've met." I leaned in for a kiss.

He pushed me away. "What the hell?! I have a wife! And kids! And grandkids!"

"And we have a history, you and I. I mean history."

"No! We don't! You're my employer, that's it!"

"Aww..." I slid next to him, "Come on Mr. Axeman, I know you remember."

"I don't know what you are talking about!" He pushed me away again and ran outside.

That's when I realized, that wasn't my axeman, that was a coward. My axeman was a man, a real man. I had to find him. He seemed to be right under my nose. Then I remembered, when I sent Gisla and Cordelia to their doom, I made a deal with Papa Legba, to set someone free. It was him, the axeman. Thanks to him I stole Gisla's soul. I seemed to forget, I repressed the memory and all that came and went with it. I sat on the couch and thought where he could be. It came to me to search everywhere that we have been together. His apartment. I staked out there for days. Nothing. I repressed everything about him. His laugh. His smile. His scent . I began to drink away the days with the 45 year old Bourbon in the liquor cabinet. When everything remotely alcoholic had been swallowed down into the pit of despair, I proceeded to bar hop. I blew all of my money on party favors and booze. I came to this bar that with a jazz band playing. I checked for a man playing the sax, no luck. I sat down at the counter. Checked the scene. A man in his late 40's and the two bimbos he was cheating on his wife with. Then there was one man. Grey haired, and muscular. He sat with a saxophone in his lap. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around him.

"Hello there sir. Care for a drink?"

"2 Gin Rickies. On the rocks."