Page 78 of Poison Aches
Grandfather and I stare at each other intently.
Here it is. The moment that decides if the war will reign supreme this very night or not.
If Uncle Emilio and Giovanni are snakes, then this man is the king cobra, the biggest and most vile of them all.
But the thing about poison is, I know just how to use it to dispense it, make it work against itself. Well, all but one.
“I will,” Grandfather says after a while. “Like I said, I will do my part.”
I nod slightly, but not at him.
“Sir, let’s get inside and get you dried up,” Ripley says as he wheels Grandfather back to the castle.
I stand there, watching them go until the darkness and rain swallows them up.
“What a fucking liar,” I murmur.
I give the graveyard one last look and spot the empty spot that was supposed to be where my mother would be buried.
It’s lays desolate, muddy, and fucking ignored as if my mother was nothing.
Even if she might be alive, the blatant disrespect to her name, her memory, is not something I’ll let slide, no matter how many heartbeats I have left.
As I leave the mansion, I get the text I’d been waiting for.
Ty: Just confirmed, Governor Hughes is indeed about to make a move.
Suddenly, everything now makes sense.
At the same time, a lightness enters my chest.
It looks like God is on my side with this.
How else can I explain how everything has come into perfect alignment for me?
Not only do I already have a plan, but it turns out that I also have the card that will ensure complete and utter destruction.
How to catch a fish and keep it under your foot?
Use a sharp, shiny hook.
“Well, Angel, it seems we have a date with fate.”
I quickly send a text back to Kai.
Me:We’re going to Westbrook Blues.
CHAPTER 10
Ivy
when did it begin?
what went wrong?
and who made you feel so worthless?
if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you?
