Surviving Stirling

Chapter Thirty One

"I'm still the same Stirling that I've always been."

I think the most hurtful thing about that statement was the trueness. A few hours ago I was starting to believe there may have been a slither of possibility that Stirling was changing, for the better... because of me but no, he's the same Stirling that he's always been.

Those nights he disappeared at all hours, he was probably here, slitting throats and spanking ladies.

I wrenched free of the grip he had on my arm and backed away from him until I bumped into a piece of furniture. When I turned around to see what I had bumped into I was met with a display board covered over with a dust sheet.

Like he could sense what I was about to do before I did it, his voice called out, "don't remove tha—" but I cut him off, giving a strong tug on the dust sheet so it fell to the floor revealing what was beneath.

My eyes roamed the brutal pictures and information. Like he was some cop investigating a crime, pictures of dead bodies pinned up there in undignified ways, string linking one piece of information to other pieces of information.

Drugs debts, organisation addresses, blueprints, passwords, everything that enabled their crime world to exist and run smoothly.

I glanced at him from over my shoulder and he pinched the bridge of his nose, stressing out I think.

I pulled down the second dust sheet, the whole back wall was covered in these display stands, another board filled to capacity with illegal dealings.

This whole organisation didn't value human life in the slightest, to them this was purely a business.

He walked up to me and grabbed my hand, "I'm going to take you home now."

"Stirling!" A chipper voice interrupted him and my eyes shot to the door where a seemingly jolly man walked in.

I recognised him, I couldn't say for certain who he was but I surely knew his face from somewhere.

Stirling closed his eyes, sucking in a deep, slow breath through his nose. "This day is going from bad to worse." He muttered.

"Who is this?" The man lost his smile the second he noticed me, now he seemed serious.

Stirling opened his eyes and held my own for longer than necessary before turning around to greet this man.

"Richard Wilson, why the fuck are you even here?"

My eyebrows shot to the sky, Richard Wilson, as in Dean Richard Wilson?

"I asked you a question first Stirling, who is she and why are you showing her this information?"

"She is nobody. Ignore her, she doesn't matter."

"That didn't answer my question."

"She's just some worthless whore who wanted to fuck me in front of the hostage. Kinky mother fucker is into all of this." He waved his finger at the boards.

"Well that hostage is lying out in the hallway with a bullet hole between his eyebrows. Thought I would come and do my own work tonight since you've been unreachable for the last week. Do you think you can just take time away whenever you feel like it?"