Savage (A Blood Feud Novel)

Chapter Fifteen

A quarter of an hour had passed since Rachel strangled Jessica.

James decided it was time to go upstairs. He saw the body sprawled on the kitchen floor. Rachel stood a few feet away from the body.

She was naked. James felt hard, and Rachel grinned at him. She kissed him and pulled his hand to the body. "Come see who I got for you," she said.

James' face turned pale when he saw Alana on the ground dead. What the hell? He thought in surprise. He turned to Rachel who had a satisfied smile. "What did you do?" he cried. "She's..."

"Carrying your baby?" Rachel asked with a shrug. "Not anymore James. Not anymore."

Rachel kicked the body and giggled. "So peaceful in death, you little tramp."

She looked up and laughed at the pale look on James' face. "You're surprised how I knew about the tramp being pregnant with you? You should try next time to delete your messages, James."

"But... how could you?" James stuttered still in shock. He knew Rachel was crazy but not to this level. He had thought he had all his bases covered and she had been leading him on.

"Don't act like I did something bad. I mean you did give the money for the procedure last night. What's the difference between this and that? And don't think this is the only reason I screwed her over. I lost a great job and paid because of her. I can't get such a job because of the bitch. It was just fate that led her to you. Now put away that sad face and pick up the body, Mon Cherie."

James was weak but knew there was nothing he could do about it. Alana and her unborn child were dead. He looked at Rachel who pointed at the body. He picked up the body and carried it upstairs to the bathroom. Her body had been wrapped in thin blue plastic and was placed in a bathtub.

Joining him, Rachel placed the chainsaw on the black tile floor beside the bathtub and went into Tanya's walk-in closet. She found a pair of white running shoes, put them on and went back to the bathroom.

Rachel gleefully whispered, "It's the season to be fucking jolly."

"What are we going to do?" James asked.

"Cut the body up," Rachel said with a cold smile.

James blinked as if he had heard wrong. "What the fuck? Why? Isn't this enough?"

Rachel shook her head laughing. "Nothing is ever enough James. Don't you want to hold your baby in your hands?"

James shook his head; he had gotten the craziest of them all this time around. However he didn't walk away, it was like he was in a trance, and he just couldn't leave Rachel's side.

Rachel handed him the chainsaw. "Why don't you do the honors?"

Now, the killing had been the natural part but cutting the body apart was going to be an issue. The chainsaw was a late model, and the blade was sharp enough for James to be able to cut through the flesh and bone. Luckily, Jessica and her mother both had a slender frame.

James took a deep breath as he turned the chainsaw on and held it slightly. He couldn't believe he was doing it, but it was all for Rachel. And he hated to admit it; he had a sick thrill of doing this.

It was strange how the bitch who had made his life miserable was a second away from being a bone meal. She did deserve this for screwing around with him and Rachel. He stood over the bathtub while gently pressing the blade onto the mid-section of the body.

Rachel, watching said, "Careful with that, sweetie."

James winked at her. The blade sliced through the flesh and the sound of the knife cutting through the wrapped body was enticing to Rachel.