Honeymoon confessions

ch. 18

Sean walked into the house as if he owned the place. He did in fact! Everything, together with its inhabitants belonged to him. After Norman, Shandell's father, failed to pay the dept owned, it all became his. He felt the family should be grateful all he wanted was Shandell but instead they shipped her off into marriage. He stopped in the living area and looed around. Did they think moving to a different house was going to save them. It was his loan that paid for it!

He looked around the floral walls. Shandell most definitely designed it. The girl had a thing for Plumerias. To his left, he spotted her picture hanging close to her father's and thoughtlessly, he approached it till he was stopped by the polished oak center table. Once he looked down at it, a smirk extended across his lips. Sitting on the vintage designed surface were pictures of his woman in her teenage years; wild natural mane, sun dress and teeth caged in braces. He picked them up and traced his fingers along her face.

He smiled as the scent of freshly baked banana muffins filled his nostrils. "She's in the kitchen." Nile pointed out. He smirked, looked at his best friend and second in command and said tauntingly, "Let's see what mommy is baking." The extras waited while the two men headed to the kitchen.

"Mm! That smells tasty." Sean taunted.

Fear consumed the fifty-two-year-old woman as she heard the voice. She refused to face its culprit. How did he find her? After he placed a bomb in her car, Jean helped her move to this house. She was supposed to be safe for at least the next six months.

"You're not going to say hi?" He asked, this time standing three feet away from her. On instinct, yet again ever cautiously, she placed her hand on the knife on the counter, ready to attack if the need be.

Sean spotted her sly movement. "Don't do that." He grabbed the knife from her. He walked in front of her. The fear in her eyes only on fueled his sadistic side; he fed of it. "We need to talk." His voice became deeper, indicating his seriousness. His eyes darkened and his infamous smirk disappeared.

Lora knew what he wanted to "talk" about. It made her heart was beat so fast, she was frightened it may suddenly stop but even with that, she was going to protect her daughter. "There's nothing to talk about." She forced through clenched teeth.

One, two, three seconds passes by, then he started laughing like the maniac he was. He looked at Nile who smirked at the woman's foolishness, then back at her. As quickly as it began, it went away. The woman was playing with fire.

"Why don't I have Shandell with me?"

"Because she doesn't belong to you! She never has, she never..."

Swiftly and with intense pressure, her grabbed her by the neck, cutting her off. "You think this is a joke?!" He spat, "You think I'm playing with you?!"

She clawed at his hand, trying to make room for air but the more she tried, the harder he gripped. He had wanted to do this for the longest time and now he has a hold on her, there was no intension of letting go.

"Let her go, man." Nile stepped in. The woman looked like she had one more breath left in her. Unwillingly, he complied. The woman coughed and greedily inhaled air. He tried to calm himself with a deep breath as he fixed his suite. "Wow!" He exhaled. "Almost lost it there." Nile snickered at his friend's words.

"Now that we're on the same page, let's start afresh. I want you to call your daughter and "advise" her to leave that fool she's with and come...back...home. Clear?" He asked but didn't wait for a response, "Don't answer it. It was rhetoric." He reached for a muffin then turned to leave. He stopped right at the door. He had to clarify a few things before he left; something to ponder on. "I'm not the nicest person in the world, Lora. Consider yourself surviving the first bomb incident a slip on my part. The next time would be a slip on your part. I'm not really stable. Stop fucking with me." Were his last words before walking out.