Her Revenge

Chapter 7: Envy

~[CHAPTER 7]~

Michael pov:

1 year ago:

Chatter surrounds me as I walk fast to the office director. I don't even care, as I barge into the office. He looks up, his brown eyes glaring daggers into me.

I do the same, as my eyes are cold, but a smirk is drawn on my face.

"We have an image" I declare sternly, as hate and disdain fills his senses, I can almost feel it, grasp it even.

We've always had a competition. He is my director, also a crime researcher, but I've always been better, but... since this criminal came along, he had been relishing in my fail, although he would fail as well if he were to be in my shoes, actually, he tried to solve the case, giving up immediately, since the assassin is so meticulous with... HER procedure.

I still can't fathom it's a woman.

Women have a developed frontal lobe, therefore it is not usual to find assassins among them, they are not impulsive usually, and even if you do find, they usually are due to mental illness, an accident, or sentimental matters, since the development in the frontal lobe also mean the hurt further in relationship, and due to men tendency to break women hearts.

It surprised me, although I've had that gut feeling from the very start.

"Is that all? After 6 months of investigation, you come with one single fucking photo?"

"Hey, look!" I say, as anger starts rising within me "I did all I could have done the last fucking months, extra hours and all, you quit the first you got in the case, so don't come here and say I haven't done shit, because I fucking did"

He shoots me a hateful look, that I gladly return. "Show me what you've got," he says begrudgingly.

"It's a woman" I say

"A WHAT?" he stands up from his chair as he approaches me, a bewildered expression on his face.

"It's a woman" I repeat calmly and show him the photos taken by the security camera, the photo is not even revealing her face, as she is wearing a gigantic hat, very stylish, Her body tall, curvy, yet slim. She is a brunette. Her hands with red gloves, matching the huge bow in her hat, and her red shoes, her dress white and black. She appeared on purpose, why? I have no idea...

"A woman?"

"Yeah"

"A woman? All this time we have been played by a chick?" I didn't like his comment, but I didn't expect much of his misogynistic ass, but of course, I took the opportunity to make him angrier.

"This very woman right here"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, she is almost showing the killing weapon to the camera" she really is almost showing off, almost... mocking us, maybe we could use that against her. At some point, serial killers think they're too good and start making... mistakes... I smile.

"What's with the smile?" he says in disdain.

"None of your business. I'll go investigate further" he gives me a dismissing nod. I leave his office, my mind still too immersed in thought... I go to my office, my desk phone ringing. I take it.

"Detective Micheal Aphra on the phone" I say tiredly

"Son, it's me" I sigh, what a nuisance.

"Yes, dad?

"Tonight we're going to an event, be ready by seven"

"I'm busy, man" I protest

"I'll be there at seven, I'm counting on you"

"But, da-" he hangs up.

"DAMN IT" I throw my phone against the wall, he always finds a fucking way of manipulating me. I hate how much control he has over me... I fucking hate it.

After all these years... I still... I am still a fucking slave for him, everything I own is due to him.

I fucking hate it, I hate it when I'm recognized as his son, it drives me insane.

Sometimes, I just want to take a glock and... No, no, nonononono, I would never be like him. Never!.

Never. Never ever.

I run my hands through my blonde hair in frustration tugging it. How fucking awful.

How fucking awful indeed.