The Evening Hunter [#3]

17-the memories

Something felt strange with the pianist. Back inside the building, there was a reaction she gave that almost made me think she remembered me. I could call myself stupid for thinking she would, but, with the way her body flinched, then the back of her eyes twitched slightly, a sign that she sensed something. It did not seem new, it's something I noticed back when she was in my hands.

 
I would lie if I said I forgot some of her small reactions. However, I needed to find out what some of her body reactions meant. But something about her sickness seemed new. I had her in my hands for a week, and none of those days found her taking any pills of any kind. 

She seemed to have a serious sickness with her lungs or something about her breathing. Aside from that, she was the girl I put through hell. There was nothing to regret about it because business was business and she happened to be in the wrong place. But nothing in her new looks changed her appearance. Even though the makeup changed nothing, she was still Ivy Haven. Even the smile.

What bothered me again were the peeking scars. I realized that they were the ones she had been trying to hide in her short skirt. Though wearing it hid them, when I hoisted her in my hands, I saw them. They were healed, but the scars were visible.  

The mistake of going to that party was to see her and remember every damn detail. The girl I once saw in my territory, lying unconscious in her own blood. Having killed the man who sneaked into her did not mean I sought justice for her, I only did that to put everyone on their line, not to take action in hand.

The painful breaths she let out reminded me of one thing, the petrol I spewed on her. I couldn't say it affected her in one way or another, but that sickness got me wanting to find more.

The traffic lights turned green, and I drove at a high speed heading to a club.

Business always came first, so I was supposed to be worrying and thinking about how to handle Franklin.  He murdered one of my men who worked as a waiter. He declared a war. And it was something I was supposed to be scheming, yet here I was, thinking of a pianist who played well by the way.

I used the back door to enter the club. Jack was already there. The targeted person at that event was Jack because he showed up as the mafia Don. I taught him several techniques to use whenever something like that happened. He had to be the first to leave. 

He had arrived, and Bruce was inside as well. I expected them, but I did not expect to see Logan. 

It was my club, so the three were in my office. Logan was focused on the TV screen that aired the news. Everything was lies because all they said was a serious blackout that led to the party ending.

I took off my coat and tossed it across the room, anger brewing inside me in a manner that forced everyone to notice. Only Logan remained seated when others got up.