Greatest Gambol {✔}

7||Last Dance

Don't forget to hit that star before you leave.
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Phoenix laughed as he drove her deeper into the soil.

"I guess I underestimated you, Dahlia." He grinned.

She spat at him. "You'll rot in hell."

He stopped laughing and brought his face to her. "I'm already in hell, baby." He whispered as he used his fist to hit her across the face and stood.

Dahlia rolled to the side, holding her bleeding nose as she looked up at him through her blinding gaze.

"You knew what would ruin me, and you did that," He said, as he swirled back to her,

"You knew my weakness, and you used it," he added, "You knew that I saw you differently from the others, and you used that to your advantage." He laughed. "You knew I loved you," he said, and turned to her, adding, "Yet, you choose to be the dagger that pierced my heart."

Dahlia laughed. "You have no heart, Phoenix. You are a monster with a cryptic expanse in your heart. A dark empty void."

He smiled and walked closer to her, before crouching down to a squat in front of her. "What I just don't understand is how you got the minister to believe you."

She smiled and stared him straight in the eye. "Powell needs to gain the trust and support of the world. That same world that you are terrorizing. Getting rid of the biggest don in Marybeth would mean becoming their hero. So, he knew best to get rid of you."

Phoenix laughed. "Smart. I see you've got real brains," he said to her and stood up. "I just wish your smart brains would save your sorry self, Dahlia Sanders."

"You can go ahead and kill me, Phoenix, but I've won." She smiled. "Your assets have been seized by the government. Your entire army must now be paraded by the soldiers, and Aura Jazz would be in the safe hands of Beverley Ross."

His smile froze up, and he flung his eyes to her.

"My mother?"

She nodded and he laughed once.

"She would betray her son? Quite expected," he commented and then reached for Dahlia, pulling her up by her throat, even as she choked.

He tightened his grip around her neck. "Your plans are quite applaudable. Smart, and Precise." He smiled. "But you've failed to understand one thing, Dahlia," he said, as she struggled to breathe. "You can not outrun the master," he added; a smirk tugged at the edge of his lips and he threw her to the floor.

She cuddled into a ball; gasping for air, and then slowly rose to her feet. "Just admit it, Phoenix. You have lost." She spat at him, but he laughed once.

"I never lose Dahlia. I only win." He smirked and turned his back to her. "I knew of your plans before you began working on them," he said, and she stared at him; shock scribbled over her face.

"I knew of the meeting with Jett Powell. I know of your deal. I knew of the bombings of the Blue House. I also knew that you had a gun at that moment in the industry," he said. "Furthermore, I know that the mansion is been raided. My men are being arrested. My companies are all breaking out, and more importantly," he paused and turned to her. "I know of Beverly Ross. She is my mother after all."

Dahlia stared at him in disbelief.

"Aura is safe. She is not in the custody of Beverly, and neither is she with the cops." He smiled.

She rushed at him, hitting her fists on his chest. "Pervert! Where is my daughter?"

He laughed. "Somewhere secure. I can assure you that she would be fine. I can also reassure you, Dahlia, that you would never again set your eyes on Aura Jazz Tuner." He smiled and threw her off him.