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Epilogue

EPILOGUE: ZACHARY

The little brat is blubbering in the hospital room. Those two abominations inside with him made him cry. That really gets my blood boiling. It's obvious that he doesn't want to go with them!

This would be so much easier if Iris would just admit that he's still in love with me. But he's too proud to tell me that he was wrong.

I turn on my heel and walk right back down the hallway I just came from, down the stairs, past the gift shop selling all those cheap flowers and disgusting stuffed animals, and back out the door. I slide into my Corvette, throwing the roses I had my maid buy on the passenger's seat causing some of the petals to fall off. I look down at my fingers; their bleeding.

I start laughing. Every rose has its thorn.

And my thorn was the fact that Iris was in that hospital bed fooling around with those two incestuous freaks! That really pissed me off! I shove the car keys into the ignition, yank them back until the engine starts, then I pull out of the parking space with a screech, throwing the gear into drive and flooring it down the street.

Iris used to get turned on when I drove fast. He liked the idea of living on the edge. I had had plenty of boys and girls driving in my front seat before, and each and every one of them gave me exactly what I wanted... until he came along.

I step my foot on the accelerator, and watch the speedometer rise steadily higher.  

That little tease! Trying to act all innocent. I've seen it before; how they pretend like they don't want it, saying they're not ready and all that crap. I played along, I let Iris have his time to get over himself. When I finally had enough of waiting, I tried to take what belonged to me, and that little fuck acted all offended. Like he had no idea where this was heading! Give me a fucking break!

Humph. He thinks leaving with those two man sluts is going to make me back off. Fat chance! I can find that little punk anywhere he goes. This game isn't over yet. Not until I've got my prize.    

I laugh, and start going through my contacts in my head. I'm going to have to make a few calls when I get back to the hotel. Then, I'm going to pack my things...