Unholy Obsession

Chapter 14; Mama Bear

Vincent's POV

"That's it ladies, stretch. Feel the air in your lungs."

A group of middle aged women wearing yoga pants stretched on a large mat taking up the entire area of the room. Beams of light from the glass wall speared inside, spreading warmness through the air. It was a steak contrast to the cold feel of my palm.

I watched the trainer, a middle aged woman with blonde hair and a smile I knew all too well to be fake. It was the smile she always had on her face before she took the life of her victim. Ladies and gentlemen, my sweet dear mother, Hilary Black. Oh, and let me not forget that the award for the World's best mother went to her.

She spotted me entering her yoga establishment and a her smile widened. Ugh, I didn't need any of that. I was here to check on her and to ensure she hadn't lost her plot again. Unlike me, she tended to go on a non-calculated killing spree. She was lucky she had a son who could help clear her name with money. 

Fortunately, it has been ten years since she had her last episode. Back then streets of New Fort were filled with blood and the police did their best to cover it up. They didn't want panic flooding through the city. Thanks to James, they were never able to catch her. He cleared up all evidence.

"Okay ladies, let's wrap this up," she said, clapping. "Tomorrow we have our breathing exercise. Don't forget to bring your water bottles. Remember, water is life. Drink as many gallons as you can…"

She just rambled on and on and on till the room cleared up. I took my time to observe the place. Over the years, she has changed it to her taste. The dark walls were now pink and the floors were covered in a welcoming beige colour. Little coloured dumbbells were resting in a corner, treadmills lining one side of the wall. 

"Do you like what I've done with the place?" she asked, her American accent coating her voice. Thank goodness I took my dad's accent. I had to, considering I lived most of my life in London before we relocated to the States after Mother took his life.

"You can paint the walls in blood and I wouldn't care."

"Oh dear, that's not how to say hello to your mother, is it?" She picked up a mat and rolled it. "Besides the fact that you're here again tells me one thing."

"And what could that be?"

"You miss me."

"Bloody hell," I muttered. "We both know why I'm here."

"It's been ten years, Vincent. I'm sane now. Yoga gives me clarity."

She had suggested I opened a yoga business for her years ago. By then, I had already stopped working for James' cocaine business and had saved up enough money to start my own publishing house. Therefore, giving her what she wanted posed no financial difficulty.

In spite of that, I needed to be on my toes. She could lose her plot in a matter of seconds and I feared that this time, with the sort of technological advancement that the New Fort Police department had gotten over the past ten years, she would be caught.

"Besides, if anyone should be judging," she eyed me intensely, "it should be me. You've had over ten bodies in the past few years. I believe you need an intervention as well."

"I do not need an intervention and those people were inconveniences."

"Which you shouldn't have killed."

"What the—" My jaw dropped. "You brought me up this way. You made me to be this monster and now because you have turned a new pretentious leaf, you dare to play the good guy."

Her face softened at my words and she settled her mat in a corner. Next she left the room and in seconds, came out dressed in a sundress, a pair of sunglasses on her eyes. No doubt, my mother was beautiful, but it was this beauty that sent her lovers to their early graves.