Virtuously Evil [Book 1 of Animosity series]

Chapter 30: Aftermath.

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Ash lay on the ground and smoke radiating from everywhere, making the walls and the area soot-black, blood-covered bodies of guards whose eyes were rolled at the back of their heads, the smoke visibility making me trip over bodies, some area still had young fire, extinguishing slowly. In the background I could hear screams, which slowly became quieter and quieter until silence filled the fourth floor, leaving me in a state that I could neither open my mouth to talk nor close my eyes to shut out the horrendous view in front of me after half the smoke cleared.

The panic in me kept rising but I could not express it, I started to hyperventilate and wanted to scream but not even a word came out of my mouth.

Suddenly I was pulled back and my face met with a familiar hard chest who was breathing irregularly, I didn't need to look up. Jayceono dug his face in my hair and breathed until his breathing became normal, the hold which he had on me was soothing but unfamiliar, no one would have known this was the guy who hated hugs and the presence of human beings.

The hug was needy, too needy, so much that I didn't care that I couldn't breathe with my face pressed against him but instead I pushed myself against him even more until a sense of relief flowed through me and I was out of the shock state.

My mind immediately switched to that of a cop and I suddenly remembered about the note.

I'm craving a massacre, what do you think?
-A

Fucking Charles DiLaurentis.

Something was still out of place. Why the fourth floor out of all the floors? If someone wanted to end the rival gang, wouldn't they blow up the leader? I knew something but my brain just couldn't grasp it.

I didn't even realise that I had started crying, I felt tears run down my cheeks as I remembered the horrendous view that my back was facing, I tried to focus on the way my back was being rubbed in a soothing manner, I clung to Jayceono even more, and he-thankfully-didn't resist it.

"It's alright, it's alright, you are fine, nothing happened to you." I heard Jayceono murmur in my hair in a soothing manner, he was trying to reassure me but the way he clung to me I knew, in one way or another he was reassuring himself too.

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"The note." I broke the chill silence that covered his office.

"I know." He replied still looking in front of him, on the stack of papers that was piled up on his desk in deep thought.

I sighed, sadness filling me from within, "How many are alive?" I questioned.

He looked up at me and shook his head.

"None. All 17 of them died." He stated, with a scowl on his face.

"It is a little strange. Why did they specifically blow up the fourth floor? And not your office, if they wanted to end you once and for all?" I asked, seemingly perplexed.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair, looking at me, "I know Emiljano Rosales, the leader of Autócrata, that figlio di puttana likes to make people suffer, destroy everything that holds precious to them before killing the actual target. And attacking the army is the best way to do it, if you don't have defence, then you are weak and that's when he strikes. Usually the targets kill themselves before he can get to them." He said, tightening his jaw and looking back at the stack of papers that held the names of the men that died, anger rippling within him.