The Unholy Bride: In God's Name, I Kill

Chapter 14 : Deal

"What the fuck?" Mason muttered, taking a step back, clearly stunned by what he had just walked in on. Meanwhile, I froze in place, my shoulders tight and my face drained of color.

I'm done... I'm so fucking done-my mind repeated, each thought weighing me down, suffocating me from the inside out. Mason wasn't exactly my favorite person, and I sure as hell wasn't his.

"Is that Noa?" he asked, moving forward and tilting his head to look closer at the man's face.

I didn't answer. I just stared at him, my body trembling as if I were freezing, when in reality, I was on the edge of passing out. My knees felt like they were buckling beneath me, and every breath I took came in shallow, ragged gasps.

When he saw I had no intention of answering, his gaze shifted, searching the room for something-anything-that would explain what was going on. My nerves spiked as I watched him, knowing everything tied to the plan was in here. Fortunately, the photographs on the bulletin board had been knocked to the floor, now drenched in blood, their details blurred and unrecognizable.

Returning his gaze on me, he scoffed. "Mary, you killed Noa."

It wasn't a question; it was a statement, nor was he asking for confirmation.

Our eyes locked, and then, gradually, a chuckle bubbled up from his throat, followed by another, then another, until he was laughing as if this was the most amusing thing to him.

"Well, what do I expect from a nun who abandoned her vowed responsibilities to her Lord to marry her rapist?" he mocked, still chuckling.

I clenched my jaw and balled my fists, refusing to look away from him, despite the overwhelming urge to lash out for dragging my Lord's name into this mess. I wasn't armed; the weapons I'd taken from the mansion were in the garage. If it came down to a physical fight, I'd be at a serious disadvantage-obviously because his frame was three times the size of mine.

"Look, Mary. I don't give a flying fuck about that jerk. He was fucking annoying," he said. "I don't care why and how you killed him."

I was too afraid to speak, worried I might say something that would make the situation worse, so I stayed silent, doing my best to keep my composure.

"I followed you to the shopping center, all the way here, because I need you to keep quiet about what you saw between me and Cath. I'm not actually sure how I'd make that happen without killing you. Luckily, you gave me another option." He grinned, his eyes wandering once more, this time locking onto the closet where I had placed Noa.

Clicking his tongue, he shook his head in disappointment, holding us in a brief moment of silence before clapping his hands to shatter it.

"So, Mary, let's make a deal," he offered. "I'll keep your secret, and you'll keep mine. How does that sound?"

He was probably already thinking I had lost my ability to speak, since I chose to remain silent again, not saying a single word despite him asking an open-ended question.

"I'll take your silence as a yes," he declared, stepping closer and extending his hand to seal the deal. But then he froze, his face twisting in disgust as his gaze landed on my blood-soaked hand, now infested with maggots. "It's a yes, Mary. Don't make me regret this."

After he sealed the deal without waiting for my confirmation, he walked away. It was only then that my knees gave out, sending me crashing to the floor, my heart pounding-though I felt a wave of relief. If I didn't have something against Mason, he would certainly expose my secret, and I'd be dead-literally dead like Noa.

I was still shaken from the encounter, but I forced myself to keep moving because someone might show up again, and next time, they wouldn't hesitate to finish me off. I dragged Noa's body by the cardboard, pushing forward until we were outside the house, where the ground was still uneven, shaped by the crates from Mason's car. Meanwhile, in the farthest corner, Noa's car sat untouched since the last time he drove it. I had planned to dispose of it along with his body, making it appear as though he got into an accident on the cliffside, almost six kilometers away from here, diverting the authorities' attention from this scene.

Dragging him one last time, I placed him in the passenger seat and took the driver's seat myself. We drove to the edge of the cliff, where I moved him into the driver's seat, got out, and pushed the car until it crashed down, smashing into the massive rocks and trees below. Then, an explosion erupted, sending shockwaves that disturbed the birds and wildlife.

I walked to the edge of the cliff, my face and hair whipped by the waves of dust and debris stirred up by the crash. Below, I watched as Noa's car erupted in flames, lingering only long enough to ensure there was no trace of me left behind. I couldn't let this accident jeopardize everything I had worked for.

My only problem now was how to keep Mason silent until everything was finished—until there was nothing left of my husband... until I finally got what I wanted.