MIDNIGHT WHISPERS| Kylia

(LII)

"Being honest with you...
I would kill for you, my love..."

I bite my bottom lip, staring at the ceiling as Morgan talks about something I can't hear.
My thoughts are on Malia, since the moment I left her at her house I have been restless.
Robert called in the morning, telling her that he would be away for the night and that she should return home. I tried to convince Malia not to go, but the girl insisted that it was time to go back, and that anything would call me.
I can't even think about the possibility of something happening to her and me not being around. She would be able to kill them one by one until he found Robert Baker.
— Kylie! Are you listening to me?! — the knock on my table makes me look forward, seeing Morgan with his hand on the table and his serious gaze on me.
- what? — I raise an eyebrow, placing my feet on the floor.
— you know Robert is using Dylan — she sighed, standing up. — Dylan has the equipment, he just needs the recipe that is hidden in his father's company — I listen carefully, remembering that Robert is like crazy after this recipe.
Malia's birthday is just a few months away, and the closer it gets... The crazier Robert will be after it.
— we need someone to stay there — she looks at Joshua who is lying in the armchair.

— I'm a student about to graduate, there's no way — Morgan snorts and Joshua lets out a laugh.
Her face turned to Vincent, who is standing with his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground thoughtfully.
- you! - Morgan smiled from end to end, taking long steps towards the blonde.
Vincent looked up, his expression confused. - I what? — He takes a deep breath, adjusting his posture.
— you are perfect to stay at the company! - Vinnie looks at her for a moment, thinking about it.
But his expression softened and a sigh left his lips. — okay, I'll stay — he says, making
Morgan smiles satisfied.
- perfect! — she exclaimed, turning to me again. — now you... — she deepened her gaze on me. — you have to get back to work, there is someone who knows our identity and still owes us — I snort, throwing my head back.
It was just what I was really missing.
— okay, tell me everything about this person - I ask, running my tongue over my lips.
— I'll send it to you, now I need to sort out the routing - she sighs, turning her back to me. - Joshua, you need to see your equipment — she warns, before leaving the room.
Joshua huffs, throwing his head back before quickly standing up and leaving the room. I look at Vincent, who does the same.

— I forgot to tell you — he turns, going to the corner of the room, behind the bookshelf. - they sent it to you - he returns, holding a red box.
I frown. I wasn't expecting anything.
Hesitantly, I take the box from his hands, placing it on the table. I analyze every bit of it, checking that nothing is wrong.
— I need to go now — I hear Vincent say, but I don't look at him and keep my suspicious gaze on the box.
I let out a breath when I hear the door close.
I pull the black bow cautiously, undoing it, then opening the lid.
— what the fuck... — I mutter, taking the photos out of the box.
I look at the box again, finding only a piece of paper with an indecipherable symbol drawn on it.
I hold the photos tightly, analyzing each one, feeling the weight fall on me. All the images Malia is present, doing everyday things, without realizing that she is being photographed.
This is not good at all.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair, thinking that now I have to find out who the bastard is taking pictures of Malia and how he knows it affects me.

I throw the photos back into the box, closing it. I leave it on the floor under the table. I grab my cell phone ready to text Malia to ask if everything is okay, but the phone on the table rings, making me snort and pick it up.
- hello? — I question, leaving the cell phone on the table.
— Hello, Kylie — the voice is deep, but it's familiar. - Did you like the photos I took of Malia? — the air escapes my lungs, looking at the box below the table. — She likes to wear very short skirts, doesn't she?
Truly a delight to watch — my blood boils, but I keep quiet, trying to decipher whose damn voice it is.
Silence hangs, and my mind focuses on Dylan. I end up laughing, hearing breathing on the other end of the line. You have to be very intelligent to be able to completely change your voice on a call, but Dylan certainly doesn't have the intelligence for that.
— what's the reason for laughing? — His question makes me laugh again, as I turn the chair, facing
to the window.
The sky is dark and dominated by heavy clouds.
Through the window glass, my gaze stops at the house in front, which had been standing still for a long time, but now, it only has one light on.
So pathetic that he can't even hide it properly.
— how are you, Dylan? I ask, staring
to the window of the front house.

— how pathetic, who is Dylan? The soft laugh makes me smile.
Delivered.
— wow, Miller... I expected more from you — I hear a murmur and a hitch of breath.
There's nothing to do, she knows he's fucked, and if he doesn't run, he'll choke on his own blood.
— you're so useless that you can't even hide your voice — I laugh, seeing the shadow pass quickly through the window, holding something over its ear. — I'll warn you in advance... If you take one more photo of Malia, I'll cut your neck and I'll love watching you choke on your own blood — I say, so calmly that it doesn't even sound like me, but I can't help my melancholic tone .
The call is quickly disconnected, just as the house lights are turned off. I sigh, placing the phone on its holder, then getting up from the chair.

....,,,,,,,

I sigh, taking the mask off my face, standing in front of the window of Malia's house. The victim's blood still bathes my gloves, but I don't take them off. When I enter the girl's room, I frown, not seeing her anywhere.
The bathroom door is open and the lights are off, just like your closet. I walk in calm, silent steps through your room, approaching the door that is ajar, giving me a view of the dark hallway.

My chest tightens for some reason as I step into the hallway, looking toward the stairs, making my way to it. My heart races when I hear a muffled scream and something crashing on the floor.

When I finally descend all the steps, the scene in front of me drives me crazy, my blood boils and my eyes darken. A lump tightens in my throat when Robert releases Malia's mouth and her scream hits me like a blow.

— please... — your plea is enough to make me lose my mind.

And when I see it, I'm already walking with hurried steps, stopping behind him, pulling him, making him let go of Malia. But before he can react, I'm already piercing his belly several times.