Chapter 3:- Story of the night

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Startling them with my sudden appearance. My gaze met Bryan's directly unfazed piercing through him coldly. I can't explain the hurt, disgust and betrayal that I'm feeling right now. Bryan got off of her and abruptly sat on the bed beside her panicking and trembling.

"How you doing, Bryan?" I asked looking at him scared and trembling like a filthy little rat. "Oh how foolish of me. It's obvious you're doing great." I said sighing heavily and clutching the gun trying to suppress the rage inside of me turning my knuckles white with the grip.

"A...Ari I...I can explain." He said panicking and shuttering.

"Sure, do explain." I said scoffing and pointed my gun towards him and shot on his right leg before he could say anything. Bryan screamed and grunted in pain with tears streaming down his eyes.

The girl started screaming and scrambled off of to a corner of the room who was equally terrified and scared as Bryan.

"Please explain I'm listening." I said tilting my head staring still at him while he was crying and screaming in pain and lifted my hands without a word and shot the girl right on her forehead.

"I hate loud noises." I said turning my head to see the blood splattering and staining the curtains and floor as her body fell down. Terror and fear still visible in her eyes.

I turned my attention back to Bryan, his eyes filled with fear and terror as he covered his mouth with his hands sealing them tight afraid of any sound escaping out.

"You know you could have been a little appreciative after feeding off of my ass for 4 long years." I said and before he could open his mouth to utter any word I shot between his eyebrows. Blood splattering all over the bed staining the beautiful creamy white sheets.

I walked over the bed and nudged the side of his cheeks with the barrel of my gun's silencer.

"You wanted to explain, right?" I said burying the barrel into his skin as if the dead would wake up and talk. "Do it." I yelled firing two more bullets into his body making the blood splatter and stain my face and my white shirt.

I looked down on my shirt and glared back at his dead body.

"Son of a bitch." I said spitting on him and grabbed few tissues from the nightstand and wiped my face.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Jimmy's number.

"Have you taken care of the receptionist?" I asked.

"Yes ma'am."

"Great, come up and clean this mess." I said before hanging up and walked out of the room slamming the door.

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"Ari, it's been three days c'mon stop working." Maggie said complaining.

That night I went to Maggie's apartment and cried for another hour with hurt, rage, disgust and all other emotions that were fuming inside of me.

"Ari stop stressing yourself and others as well. Engrossing yourself in work won't let you find an escape." She said trying to cheer me up and get me off of my work.

It's been around 3 days I haven't left my office completely engrossing myself in work trying to forget everything. It's not that I regret killing him or I feel sad about it but the fact that I made so many memories with him that they haunt me every time I remain unoccupied.

"Oh really? And what do you think will let me find an escape." I said completely disinterested and engrossed on my laptop.

"Let's go out c'mon we haven't had a night out for so long." She said her expression instantly brightening up.

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