There is nothing more beautiful than watching an innocent angel fall apart at my sinful actions. I'm going to ruin her.
"Augustine."
And she comes, looking down at me as she does so.
She glows, lighting up the goddamn room. Her feet barely touch t...
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I set four plates of roasted chicken and rice down on the table by the couch, slightly eavesdropping as Reign tries to pull up one of the thousand files of security footage he has in his computer.
"Thank you, Retta," Reign said as the aroma of food filled everyone's senses.
I smiled, sitting down beside Eros with my own plate.
"Yeah, thanks," Michael added, already shoving forkfuls into his mouth.
"Oak street," Reign muttered, clicking on a drive on the screen. Amazingly, a house-view of Rika's street appears. I recognize the bushes that are planted in Rika's front lawn. Immediately, I inhale, hoping to God it isn't what we think it might be.
Eros's hand rests on my knee, and I find it hard to eat my dinner while they search for whoever hurt Rika.
In the corner of the screen, the time matches up to about thirty minutes before Eros got the phone call from Noah. And on the other side, a run-down, black car is seen pulling up far from the house. It's not Noah's car, and I catch myself sighing in relief. But that doesn't prove anything yet.
"Right there," Reign points to the car, speeding up the footage so it gets to the point where someone exits the vehicle.
My hands twitch as a hooded figure steps out of the car. But the shock is evident in the room when we all collectively realize one thing: the attacker was a woman.
It was easy to tell...the long hair, the slim shoulders, and the short stature.
However, the face was hidden. That was until the figure made its way toward the door, easily slipping a key into the lock.
My head instantly turned to Eros, wondering how in the hell we just watched that happen.
His jaw was clenched, and I placed my hand on my heart. There was no way that someone Rika trusted with a key would...hurt her, right?
"Who is that?" I asked aloud, and the corner of the person's face showed up on the camera. Right beneath her chin is a necklace, one that has an expensive stone of some kind. And as she gets into the house, Reign switches the camera view to the one from the garage door that faces the house windows. We can see through them, and inside the hooded woman walks through the kitchen, and she traces her hand across the reinforced glass that was put in after Rika's got shot up. It was almost like she knew what had happened there. Reminiscing, maybe.
"Well, it isn't Noah," Michael shrugs, leaning back into the couch, "So who did Rika give a key to?"
"Fuck," Jaden ran his hand over his face, elbows propped up on his knees.
"It's her, ain't it?" Reign asks, looking at Eros.
