The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 51 Dark Abyss

I was covered in blood. My hands were red. My shirt was red. My pants were a mixture of maroon because of the black fabric and right now I looked like a killer. A perfect killer who kills people. 

I didn't feel remorse or pity as I looked at Kurlen's body. Nothing ran in my head as I went to the bar and found a cellophane to put the fingers in. I didn't have my gloves on so there's a high chance I am leaving fingerprints on everywhere. Not that it matters anymore. 

I don't want to be saved from this anymore. I have accepted my faith. I know I can't be anything other than a sad killer whose only meaning in life is to kill people who ruined her life. I didn't even react when Heath found his consciousness and looked at me. 

My face was numb. No expression and it terrified him. Yeah, that's what I've become. I threw the cellophane to him and left the room. I don't care what he wishes to do with the fingers. Call the police or report a murder. 

I have given up. 

I just have Funker left and after that I'll head to Hudson and take care of Benedict and his right hand, Luther King. I'll release the girls he surely has hidden in the resort and then disappear. Asher will be heartbroken but I can't give him this version of myself. I am too broken and he deserves better. 

My family has already ruined his life. I can't drag him more into this mess. This has always been my revenge and I will take care of my mess. 

The door shut behind me as I left a shivering Heath behind and took the stairs to the roof. Funker is waiting there. I somehow managed to message him from Kurlen's phone and asked him to meet me upstairs. Obviously, he doesn't know it's me who messaged but thinking Kurlen did, he will come up. 

In the midst of killing Kurlen, I didn't even ask him about the girls. Sensitive information that he must've known. Well, don't worry because I got Funker. He's an inside man.  

The roof was on the thirtieth floor. I was on the twentieth. It took me ten minutes to climb the stairs and hide myself behind the vent. 

I waited for him to come. 

The sun was starting to set and softly I looked at my hands. Dried blood covered my palms. There were bruises and a paleness that took my innocence. A humorless laugh escapes. What have I become? 

The answer didn't come and I shrugged my shoulders back. Tired and on the verge of crying, I supported my body by the vent and maintained my gaze on the door. It's going to be okay. I assured my heart when the door flung open.

Surprised, I leaned back and hid myself. 

I squinted my eyes against the darkness of the setting sun and looked at the tall figure immediately concluding him to be Funker. His gold ring was the final confirmation I needed as I spotted him by the door. 

He had his phone on his ear and it looked like he was on a call. Without moving, he locked the terrace door from the outside and shouted, "I am not going to bloody move you here, Benedict."

I froze.

"It's not my problem that Hill's men are searching the warehouse. I told you not to go there but you didn't listen. Ask Luther to take you somewhere and stop calling me. I am handling this bloody auction for you. Unless you want to alert that stepdaughter of yours I advise you not to call me,"

I straightened up. Benedict is in LA with Luther. What are the chances?

"Listen. You're attracting attention to me and right now I can't afford to do so. Find a place to hide with Luther until the auction is over. I'll come to you after all this," Funker said and scratched his head frustratingly. "Luther knows a place that is under the radar. No one will be able to find it since our name isn't attached...hmmm. That one. The beach house."