Secrets of the Solomons

14.Peter:

*8th August, 2024*

Abaddon burst into the room with a panicked expression. He said," Father, they've got warrants to investigate us." His eyes darted around the room, searching for a way to escape. "We need to act fast before they find anything incriminating," he urged, his voice filled with urgency.

My eyes flashed through the room with anger. "How many of us do they have a warrant against?" I ask.

Abaddon's face paled as he replied, "Almost all of us, Father. They suspect our involvement in illegal activities." My heart raced as I realised the gravity of the situation and knew we had to come up with a plan quickly. It's time to get rid of all the loose ends. "Which loose end may lead to us?" I asked, trying to assess the potential risks. Abaddon hesitated before answering, "Our connection to the underground network is the most vulnerable link. Especially Zach." We needed to sever ties and cover our tracks before it was too late.

Zach was a true fighter when it came to doing our dirty work. It would be a shame to lose him, but it was a risk we couldn't afford to take. Our survival depended on cutting off any potential leads that could be traced back to us. I made my decision and looked at Abaddon and said, "You take care of the authorities. I'll handle Zach and the underground network. We need to act swiftly and decisively to protect ourselves." Abaddon nodded in agreement, understanding the gravity of the situation.

*12 am on 9th August,2023*

He gagged, trying to breathe as the blood pooled in his mouth, the metallic taste overwhelming his senses. The coppery smell of death filled the air, making him dizzy with fear. I just sat there. Watching him. What is it about the sight of death that makes me so fascinated? The way his body contorted in its final moments and the stillness that followed were all so captivating.

What a waste of talent. If only the police hadn't started getting those warrants, I wouldn't have had to kill him. If only he wasn't the loose end of mine, I wouldn't have to kill this talent. It's quite sad. It's a shame that his life had to end this way, but I had no choice. The consequences of leaving him alive were too great.

I was about to go when he suddenly opened his eyes and whispered, "You'll never get away with this."

His words made me chuckle. "Oh dear, nephew, I will get away with this."

He spoke again. His voice was hoarse and weak. " I saved your life! If it weren't for me being your surgeon, you wouldn't have even been alive right now and survived those stab wounds. And now you are betraying me after everything I have done for the family."

I chuckled, "So what? You are my loose end. I can't afford to let you go. You know too much. And you're wrong about one thing: you didn't do what you did for the family. You did it for yourself. So you could afford the rich boy lifestyle and date all those tramps."

His eyes widened in shock, disbelief evident on his face. "You're making a mistake," he whispered, fear creeping into his voice. But it was too late.

"You're going to regret this," he gasped, his body tensing in pain as blood continued to trickle down his side. I leaned in close, a cold smile on my face. "I don't think so. I know I won't regret this."

He spat back, "You should've died right then and there when Fiona tried to kill you. You are the devil incarnate."

I chuckled, the sound chilling in the silence of the room. "Maybe I am," I replied calmly, watching as his eyes widened in horror. "But at least I'll die knowing I lived my life on my own terms. Not being someone else's dog." I wanted to let him off but the mention of Fiona's name struck a nerve and I gave a swift kick to his gut.

As he doubled over in pain, I whispered, "No one controls me. Not Fiona, not you, not anyone." My words hung heavy in the air as I turned and walked away, leaving him to ponder his own choices.