Death Wish

Chapter 38: Biggest Mistake Of My Life

"You are going to access the inheritance," Lyzander says.

"And why would I do that?"

"Because you have nothing! Your love is gone because you oh-so foolishly let him go. He actually started loving you back, but you pushed him away like the simpleton you are. Myklyn is dead, the one mother-figure you had in your life. Zaquen and Quinden will die like your family did. They know you and know that Thibault is after you. Some speeding car will accidentally crash into theirs and their air bags will mysteriously break down. Bayder will just disappear somewhere, never to be seen again. You have nothing and you are nothing. Why not give the inheritance to someone more deserving?" Lyzander spits.

I don't say anything as they stare at me.

"You know, the longer you refuse, the higher risk that the lives of your friends will be cut short," Waksren says.

I pin him with my hardest glare and he takes a step back from the sheer force of it.

"Just remember who you need alive. If you kill the ones I care about, I will refuse to touch that money."

"We thought you'd say that," Lyzander says as he pushes a button on the remote attached to his pants.

Seconds later, a large figure is thrown in the room by one of the guards in the hallway. Their head is covered by a sack and their limbs are bound. Right now, they're thrashing around, trying to free themselves. Thibault walks over to them and grabs the sack. Bayder. His face is covered in black and blue bruises and he has a gag in his mouth. He looks at me with wide eyes and I stare back, feeling completely helpless.

"Stupid boy shouldn't have come to see you," Thibault spits.

I let out a whimper as Thibault grabs a dagger and holds it to his neck. After applying slight pressure, a small trickle of blood drips down his neck.

"Remember when you did this to me? I still have the scar," Thibault growls as he pulls down his jacket collar for me to see a thin white line across his neck.

I smirk, keeping my emotions contained and say, "Oh, I definitely  remember. You were so helpless as I held that knife blade on your throat. Did it feel cold? Were you scared for your life as I was in control of whether or not you continued breathing? One little twitch and I could've left you, bleeding out on the floor. But I didn't.  Which was the biggest mistake of my life."

He lunges for me and I flinch. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Waksren smirk and I turn my head as Thibault tries to punch me.

"You missed," I smirk as Thibault's body is flung to the side with the momentum he used to make his punch harder.

"Put a gag on her," Lyzander demands, looking expectantly at Waksren.

"Too much of a wimp to torture someone yourself, Lyzander? Waksren doesn't look to happy with the prospect that he's being demoted to Thibault's level. Torturer. You're just the brains, right? They're just collateral damage here to do your dirty work since you're too pampered to dig your hands in the dirt."

"SHUT UP!" Lyzander roars. "Put the gag on her now, Waksren!"

"Are you really going to do it? If you do, then you're just confirming that you are just a servant of his. One only here to take orders and follow through with them. Is that who you are? You didn't get to own a business by taking orders. You gave them out. Don't be a servant," I persuade.

Waksren glances at me briefly, deep in thought.

"Waksren, I told you to put a gag on her. Obey your order!" Lyzander demands, proving my point right.