His brother

57. Chapter

New York, United States of America
July

Fate was simply sometimes too unpredictable for us to somehow understand. Sometimes so much so that we didn't know what to expect from him. He was able to bring completely different people together and completely mess up their lives.

Just like me and William.

I've never been one of those people who believe in fate and shit like that. I wasn't even a Christian until recently, but after what happened to me. I received a gift from God.

I felt like I was given a second chance, even though it may look like anything. I really wanted to die then, and maybe deep down I still do, but I won't let that shit win.

I'm weak and I'm well aware of it, but I'm also stubborn as hell. I got a second wind and I will never let anyone mess with me again. I've had enough people step on me like I'm a piece of shit. I won't allow that again. I can actually thank the bastard.

And then there was him. The man who messed up my life, literally.

William Gray - Four - Moisés D'Angelo.

First of all, I was in a real shock when I finished reading the information. I would not have expected this even in my wildest dreams.

Everything made sense to me now.

He was a murderer.

A fucking good killer.

A hell of a sexy killer.

Should I have been afraid? Definitely yes.

And was I afraid? A little yes.

But I will never let fear control me again!

I asked myself - why did fate involve me with him - but the answer did not come.

Maybe I made a mistake, and I'm well aware of it, but I won't rest until the stinker dies.

Yes, I knew that taking someone's life was not right, but he almost took mine and was not punished in any way.

Why should I just look at it?

Putting him in the hands of justice was not punishment enough for me.

That's why I probably didn't even know what I was doing when I contacted him. I would never have peace of mind if I didn't at least try it.

I turned off Lacey's car, which she had left for me after she left, and got out. His cars were a few meters away and he was leaning against the door. He was alone, as I told him.

I have never walked as confidently as I do at this moment. I held my head up to let him know I wasn't afraid of him.

"Shannon..." hearing his rough voice waved at me for a moment, but I immediately stopped flying in the clouds.

"William," I patted my forehead, "or Moisés? I get lost in so many names, sorry for my mistake." I clutched my heart as a sign of regret and looked at him again.

"What do you want?" his eyes searched me. I could feel him scanning me for some fault.

"I have something you might want," I pulled out the little thing Lacey had given me from the pocket of my black pants, "straight from Molly." I smirked and he raised an eyebrow curiously.

"I suppose you saw it," rather it was just a dry statement.

"You assume correctly," I nodded.

"What do you want?" he asked boredly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, are you tired of this conversation? If so, I can leave. There are maybe some people who will be more interested in it." he closed the sled and I smiled cheerfully.

"Shannon, I'm sorry, I'm not having the best time right now," I raised my eyebrows, "everything happened too fast and I don't have the capacity for it all anymore. I confided in you and you..." I frowned angrily.

"You dare to make me look bad, William! I'm not the one who suffered for your fucking mistakes! I'm not on the wrong side, William! Yes, I couldn't expect anything from you, but shit, you still don't realize what I let you do, do you?! I almost died because of you! And you weren't able to be there for me because... because, oh, I understand that you don't care about me, but DON'T MAKE ME BAD!" I almost screamed the last sentence.

And then he did something I didn't expect.

He kissed me.