His Little Murderess

The Aftermath

Part 5 - The Aftermath <Cora's P.O.V.>

I let Jasper pull me outside of Kadem's office. My mind isn't with the moment at hand. For all Kadem and I talked about only a few things seemed to be churning through my mind at the moment.

Those eyes.

That voice.

He's destined to be trouble, just like the devil. But right now I need to focus on what's important. I now have the opportunity I've always wanted. I now have the means and the back up to destroy my father and the small kingdom he's established. The bastard is about to get what he's always had coming to him. My fingers begin to tingle in anticipation of pulling the trigger, and watching his blood poor onto the floor as he takes his last breath.

Kadem's call was a blessing in disguise. I can finally turn off the safety and shoot that prick in the head now that I have the back up of the infamous Mr.Taylor. I know I should feel some sort of way about planning on how I'm gonna go about murdering my father, but I just can't summon up any sort of guilt. He's a piece of shit waste of space, this coming from one of the biggest criminals out here. There is just nothing worse than a man like my dad. He abuses his power and his rank. Something that is not respected in our line of work.

"Here we are, Miss Cora," Before I realize, I'm standing next to Jasper in front of an ordinary door. Must be the one that leads to my room. "I'd like to extend an invitation to you to come and join me and the others. Don't feel any sort of obligation, just thought you'd like to meet everyone," For someone who's daily job involved dealing drugs, and killing people Jasper seems to be pretty damn nice.

"I'll see what I can do. I got a really busy schedule tonight," My voice drips with sarcasm. I turn and walk into my room, smirking at the look of hurt on his face. What did he expect? Rainbows to fall out of my ass? If these people didn't live up to the reputation of being the worst of the worst, they had another thing coming.

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Rolling over I notice the red letters screaming on the face of the clock.

3:34 am

I roll back over and groan. I spent all night tossing and turning. Kadem's eyes swam in my head as I tried to grasp onto the concept of sleep. The soft, yet steel like characteristics of his dark blues had my core pulsing. The deep rumble of his voice did little to help with my problem.

Great, barely been around for a solid twenty four hours and I'm already borderline having wet dreams about the boss.

I flop around a few more times and even resort to my childhood sleep helper of throwing the covers off with my feet. Even this doesn't help. I growl loudly and throw my hands into the air. Frustration rolls off me in waves.

This is gonna be a long night.