Hit and Kill

Hit and Kill - Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

(THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVE)

            Cain returned to his father after he delivered the letter, Amare was sitting at his desk in all his cruel glory.

            "What are you going to do now?" Amare looked up at Cain, ending the silence between them.

            "What do mean?" Cain asked, looking into his cold green eyes, the same ones Cain had at that moment. The only difference was the slim coloured contact of a muddy brown that covered his tired eyes. The only reason he put up with them was for Rosa's sake.

            "Desdemona is gone, you have no motive to live now, do you?"

            "No I have a reason; I want revenge. On Gaudet and his men that killed her. The day I know they are all dead, I shall be able to live with an open mind again. With some purpose more or less. Can you help me, father?"

            Amare's eyes flashed; he tried not to be worried of his plans and in his favour Rosa happened to walk in at that moment. Amare used the little visual expression he had on his face for the fact that Rosa did not know that the great "Boss" and Cain were related in any way.

            "Father?" Rosa scoffed. Cain turn towards her in an instant, visibly startled. She was standing in the entrance of the door, an angry expression on her face.

            "It is only a nickname, worry not dear Rosalind," Amare smiled, innocently. It was one of those smiles of which did not bring you any sort of joy or comfort.

            "Nickname my butt, I'm not stupid!" Rosa looked at Cain accusingly, shaking her head ashamed. Her vibrant brown eyes and her brown hair flung around her face as she moved her head back and forth. "Cain, just say it. I want the truth for once."

            Cain looked at the girl he used to call weak, the one he used to look down to and think he needed to protect all the time. Now she was all grown up and she deserved the truth for once. Cain couldn't protect her from everything.

            Rosalind; the girl--no woman--who was practically my sister. She deserved to know that all her beliefs were a lie, Cain thought to himself.

            "I'm not your brother, we're not even remotely related…" Cain sighed, looking away from her face, guilt-stricken. "He is my father, my mother died when I was young and yours was someone close to me and my father. Soon enough, it seemed like the two of us were family; you and I. So we decided to keep it that way.

            "I didn't want you to hate me for being lying to you all this time. I didn't want you to be hurt that your life is a lie, that you wouldn't be involved in all this if it weren't for me."

            "Cain, it doesn't matter who you are the offspring of, I just want you to be honest for once. You are always lying to me; where mother went, where you go, how Des died! I've been putting pieces together for years about you when I found disposable contacts in the trash," Rosa huffed, frustrated and placed her hand on her right hip.

            "Cain, I would have thought I taught you better," Amare shunned him, jokingly; trying to lighten up the situation, but his son just glared at him.

            "I'm sorry, I only do these things to protect you Rosa, not to hurt you."

            "I'm not a little girl anymore, I can handle these things,"

            One of the new male recruits knocked on Amare's office door, asking for Rosa. She said a quick goodbye and went off with the recruit when no one else had refusal of his request.

            "How dramatic. Now, you want help with revenge you say?" he smiled, menacingly.

            Amare's smile made Cain hesitate, he knew from that instant on that his revenge would be another perk for his father. That Amare would be using this situation to receive more money, more power and to let everyone out their know that Amare's evil industry never failed in the end.

            "Yes."

***

            As soon as his son left his office, Amare pulled out one of his cell phones. He dialed up the number he had supplied them with and sat patiently in his chair as it the ringing tone repeated itself a few times.

            Someone answered it, "Amare, what do you want?" her sharp voice demanded through the phone.

            "Oh settle down, dear. I have some new news," he said, cautiously.

            "What is it?" she asked in a softer tone. After all she was glad he was even updating her, she was working for Amare but he could still leave her hanging.

            "Cain wants revenge, it is the only way he will live in peace again. I need him to stay focused on his work, this'll be good for him. So I gave him your location, I'd advise you to flee within the next five to six hours, he has already left and he's headed to Spain right now."

            "I understand, he will not know of the connection, I'll leave without warning the others. Call me when he leaves the country again," she replied, her voice leaving no trace of emotion.

            The girl clicked end without another response. She was hurting inside, despite being her choice for this. She was betraying so many people, but it was her job assigned by Amare. If he wanted her to do this, she had to.

            She didn't waste any extra time, she grabbed her jacket, car keys and Glock pistol with ammunition and fled without the others. They have been good to her, but she knew not to be attached. After all they were the ones to take away Desdemona's life, a great aspect to the industry and people's lives.

***

            Cain had a plan. A good plan. His father helped put all the loose ends together but Cain came up with the main idea of it. Nothing could go wrong, and if it did, why did it matter to Cain or not? In his mind, it wouldn't matter if his plan was slightly suicidal…he just needed his own "loose ends" tied down. His way of getting over Desdemona was sick, well he wasn't exactly  getting over her but this was his way of letting her soul rest in peace.

            He had received the two names of the men that had carried her out of that room after they killed her.

            Christian Dosier and Ian Gilbourn; her killers…or at least one of them was. Both of them were to blame in Cain's mind though, along with Gaudet and whoever was associated with him.

            Cain sat in the private plane, all alone; lost in his thoughts of which were mostly about Desdemona. He just couldn't really get past the thought of her being dead. He imagined all that he could have done instead that would have kept her alive and most of all, he imagined what it would have been like if she knew how much he loved her.

            But such thoughts were only dreams of which to never come true for Cain. She was dead and he would never see her again. Sometimes Cain wished he believed in miracles.