Vista

upstairs

Elsa's POV

"I know I'm allowed to do this. Because your mum did that to me. Oh, how I feel so satisfied. Same names, same pretty faces, same characters. This is one of those very rare stories where the innocent characters are the wicked people, can't you see?"

"Let us go, please." Ellen cried.

"Shut the fuck up, oldie. One more tear and I put a bullet in that trench. So you, let's continue the story, shall we?"

I slid my hand under my armpit to fix the position of the mic, but it kept sliding.

He lifted my chin with his gun. Afraid that he would notice the gadgets on my skin, I looked him in the eye.

"As fearless as always. Huh." He pushed my face with the gun.

He strolled for a while, wiping the corner of his mouth several times. When he looked like he was tired of thinking, he sat on the tree trunk table.

"Look, I never had the chance to tell you but your mum did me dirty. That's why I need you to disappear from the face of the earth."

Boldness had found its way into my throat and I started asking questions. He wasn't surprised that I did.

"What did she do?"

"Ah. She probably didn't tell you. She wouldn't."

He spoke again after a while.

"Elsa Mary Stewart raped me when I was 16."

My heart sank in my chest. I shut my eyes tightly. Ellen gasped.

"Yeah. That's why I think of killing you anytime I see you around the universe. You shouldn't be here."

"How old was she?"

"Oh, she was ten years older than I was. Your mum used to be so horny. She was driving me crazy. I hated her at first but when it started becoming a habit, I fucking loved her. I thought I was going to propose to marry her."

I gave him a side-eye. "What? You don't think I could be a good father? You're nine years younger than I am so it doesn't sound bad. I would've had you both to myself," he licked his lips.

He moved his face closer to mine until he was a few inches away from me. "I bet you're sex-driven like your mum. I would've shown you what she did to me. She was a fucking bitch. I bet you're one, too."

I gave him the slap I didn't realize I was dying to release from my palm. Instead, he laughed and held his jaw. I gritted my teeth.

"That felt nice."

"Sir, you've been on record." I heard his walkie-talkie say.

"Shit. Fuck you, Cheshire."

Always smart.

I glanced at Tony, who gave me a knowing look. Before we could think, the cops were in the room.

They did all the handcuffing and stripping off of weapons. I quickly shifted to Ellen. "Mum? Are you okay?"

She nodded.

"I'm sorry, mum."

"It's okay, baby. We're safe now."

"Billy Anderson. What a surprise. After so many years. We need to hand Cheshire and his team an award for finding you."

"He rather found us. He always does." Tony replied coldly.

Emilia and Ethan showed up in the flat. Billy's angry stare was directed towards me. I stared right back while rubbing Ellen's arm. His stare said he would be right back. As usual.