Deal With The Devil

Chapter 25

Celeste's POV

"Do it, guerita, I dare you." Scar challenged me.

I was looking down the barrel of the gun pointed at his face. Anger seethed out of me as I flipped the safety off of the gun.

"Don't think I won't, you son of a bitch." I growled, "I'll see you in hell."

Scar smirked but it was quickly wiped off of his face when I pulled the trigger, releasing a bullet into his crotch. It was muffled by a silencer on the gun. He cried out in pain loudly. I hadn't thought about that, him making any noise. I took off my jacket quickly and tied the sleeve around his mouth. Cesar, Cruz, and Ghost must've been to afraid of what I might do if they tried to grab the gun from me. I shot two more bullets into Scar's stomach and watched him squirm in pain. I thought about everything he'd done to me, fueling my rage. I walked over to him and ripped his t shirt open. Even with three bullets in him he still had the nerve to chuckle and wink at me.

"You'll regret that." I told him as I shoved my thumb into one of the bullet holes on his stomach.

He grunted in pain, throwing his head back and fighting tears. I twisted my thumb around in his blood, a low sound coming from my throat that almost sounded like a growl.

"Just kill me, please." Scar's words were muffled through the cloth over his mouth.

I shot two more bullets into his torso. I panted to catch my breath, my anger subsiding as I watched him bleed out and choke on his blood.

"You'll regret this." Scar's voice was a gurgle from the blood pooling in his lungs and was muffled by my jacket's sleeve.

His words were barely audible, but I heard them and would never forget them.

I pressed the gun to his forehead and smiled, "Not on your life."

Then, with the last bullet in the chamber, I pulled the trigger to end his life. Blood splattered every where, on my clothes, the floor and everything behind Scar. As I looked at him laying dead against the chair I felt all my anger melt away from my body. I didn't care that Cesar and the other guys were probably extremely pissed off at me, I felt free. I untied my jacket from around his head, it was now soaked with blood around the sleeve. I turned around to Cesar and the other guys and handed the gun back to Ghost. He wiped it with a cloth and stuck it back in his waistband, his eyes wide with shock like Cruz and Cesar.

"I'm not sorry." I told them all, "I had to do that."

"That was really fucking stupid, you made a huge mess." Cruz sighed, looking around at all the blood.

"At least it's hardwood." I offered.

"You're helping clean. Ghost and I will get rid of the body. Tigre, help clean your sister's mess." Cruz scoffed.

We watched them pull the car into the back alley so no one would see them taking a body out of the house. They stuffed Scar's body onto a tarp in the trunk. Cesar still hadn't said a word to me.

"Here." Cesar said, handing me a pair of rubber gloves, "Can never be too careful, don't wanna leave fingerprints."

I pulled the gloves on and helped Cesar soak up the blood with a few towels. We were quiet as we cleaned. Once the blood was all soaked up Cesar told me to clean everything with oxyclean.

"Really? Oxyclean?" I said with an eyebrow raised.

"It works better than hydrogen peroxide. It'll remove all traces of blood." Cesar told me.

We got back down on our hands and knees and scrubbed. Scrubbed everything in sight free of blood until there was nothing else left to clean. Cesar was quiet, like he was disappointed or mad. We both took off our gloves and Cesar wrapped them up with the towels.