Angelic Sins (Part 1)

Chapter 10: Playing Games

I wake up and prepare to treat Giovanni's wounds. I run him a hot bath and add many disinfecting minerals to the water. I then go to the kitchen and cook him pancakes, sausage, eggs, and get him a cup of orange juice. I prop everything up on the mini table next to the bath and walk to his bedside.

"Giovanni wake up." I lift his hand gently.

He blinks slowly, and sits up stretching.

"Woah...I don't know what is in that ointment but I feel great. Seriously."

I smile, surprised he hasn't asked about the accident last night.

"I ran you a bath. Come on."

I help him get undressed, remove his bandages and guide him to the bathroom. His nail holes are already closing. Once he is in the bathtub, I leave him to relax and eat while I clean his clothes. I put his shirt, pants, and underwear into the washing machine and start it. The water quickly turns scarlet with his blood. I have to look away. After they finish I transfer them to the dryer. I go to check on Giovanni just to observe him happily eating pancakes, as if they'd be his last meal. I leave him be and go back to the laundry room to retrieve his dry clothes.

"Do you need help getting out?" I ask handing him a towel.

"No. I mean...you can help me if you just can't keep your hands off of me. But I can manage." He jokes.

"You're on your own then, big head."

I return to the laundry room to clean up while he changes. Something shiny catches my eye in the dryer, and I grab it before it slips in-between the cracks of the lint catcher. My heart stops. I stare at the badge.

FBI Agent: Detective Sanchez

I bolt from the laundry room, attempting to make it to the weapons in my bedroom closet before he is finished clothing. When I run into the room, my weapons are piled on the bed, and Giovanni is sitting in front of them, smiling.

"You're a got damn liar." I throw his badge at him.

"Oh, I'm the liar. Ms. Cashier? How long did it take you to come up with that one? I didn't lie about anything actually. I just didn't tell everything, and you sure as hell didn't either. I technically do like
to draw. I just draw conclusions about psycho murderers, so they spend the rest of their life behind bars. Not to mention, I damn near died because of your little mouse trap in there."

"So you were following me that day?" I begin to pace back and forth.

"Sure was. I have done research on you for years. You think I don't know you have a little FBI pal' helping you steer clear? Filing documents, cleaning up evidence, erasing police reports. Heiress isn't even your real name. So, how about you tell me the truth, for once."

"I don't know my name." I state with hatred in my voice.

"The truth woman-" He starts, but I interrupt him.

"I DON'T KNOW MY NAME!" I yell.

"You're so smart right? Detective Sanchez. You know me? You read a few documents about the murders I committed so you must know everything. I grew up in a foster home. I don't know my parents. I had nothing! A stupid scratch off lottery ticket changed my life. I was eighteen. A millionaire. I went to claim the money, and I was told it would take a few days to go through. The Director of Funds, Tony Rhinehart told me to come back the next day to participate in an interview. He gave me an alternate address and said all I had to do was talk about how I planned to help the community with my earnings. I was naïve. I was stupid. I went there the next day as instructed...and guess what? I was jumped. This interview included six gang bangers, handcuffs, a gag, and a few cuts and bruises. All his puppets. I was held against my will for two months! I was raped, beaten, tortured. You name it. But I escaped. The weapon of fatality were two shoe strings and my bare hands. I was able to wrap them around my guard's neck and make sawing motions with the laces, until his throat ripped. My first murder. In the end, I claimed my money, got my revenge, and they met their fate. When I left that dreadful hiding cell, I took my first breathe of air. So, I go by Heiress. A constant reminder that in this world, sometimes self-justice is the best air to breathe."

I step closer.

"I have never even met my FBI connection. I found him years ago on the Dark Web. I just pay the bastard five thousand dollars per job. I don't even know his real name. He just goes by AGS. You should be more concerned with your dirty comrade, rather than me. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even be here right now. You'd be damn near starving in a tree!"

"So, you devote your life and funds to playing God?" He asks in a mocking tone.

"I devote my life and funds to killing those with no God in them!" I snap back.

I begin to circle him, eyeing my weapons.

"Don't try it Heiress. I'm not here to play games."

He lowers his eyes at me intensely.

"Good...me either."

I charge forward.