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“I’m afraid he’s on to us.”
Vicker’s solemn words jolted Grace off his lap and she turned to look at him with her eyes full of fear. They’d planned a romantic getaway for just the two of them in a hotel that Vicker promised Ryan knew nothing about.
“How do you mean?” She trembled as she spoke and not even his reassuring embrace could help her.
“I noticed I was being followed two days ago.”
“And you didn’t say anything about it until now?” She yelled.
“Calm down okay, what would you have done about it anyway?”
“Well, we could’ve been more careful.” She snapped at him.
“Can you just stop raising your voice at me?”
“This was all a big mistake,” She muttered, running her hands through he hair in
Frustration.
Vicker’s whole demeanor changed.
“What did you say?”
“You heard me, this was a mistake.”
“Do you think you’re the only one risking something here?” Vicker got up and faced her directly. His intimidating height forced her to take a step back.
“I’m risking a lot for you Grace, even my life and not once have you ever shown any form of gratitude. All you’re obsessed with is Ryan.”
“Don’t tell me we’re going back to this again. You’ve always been an insecure brat.
Even when we were much younger. You used to hang around him like you hoped his coolness would rub off on you.”
Vicker froze like he couldn’t believe his ears. The urge to raise his fist against her was strong but he held himself back. He was done.
“We’re done here.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’m tired of you Grace.”
“You can’t say that.”
“I just did.”
He turned his back on her, grabbed his shirt.
“By the time I get back, I don’t want to see you anywhere near this place. If you like yourself be long gone by the time I get back.”
“Vicker!” Grace yelled as he walked away from
Her. “Vicker, answer me!”
But the only response she got was the sound of the door slamming shut.
Less than an hour later, there was a knock on the door. Grace’s heart threatened to escape her chest. She’d never seen Vicker so enraged before, maybe when other people were involved but certainly not her. She didn’t know whether she should try to talk to him again or she should get out.
At times, she realized she forgot one important detail about him and that was his tendency to be violent. She’d seen him in action, fighting side-by-side with Ryan during cult clashes back in the day. Or even in confrontations that sprang up without warning.
But never had he shown her his deadly side, not until today. He had come so close to hitting her and she knew it, she saw the look in his eyes.
The knock came a second time.
“Who is it?” She asked nervously.
There was no way Victor would knock. He had his own key to the hotel room.
“Room service!”
She breathed in relief, not realizing that she’d been holding her breath for a while now. She peeked through the peephole of the door and
Unlocked it.
“I ordered for food ages ago, why is it just
Coming now---‘’
Before she could finish her sentence, she was grabbed in a chokehold from behind. Her hands shot to her neck and her long fingernails scratched desperately at the cords around her neck. She tried to scream for help but there
Wasn’t enough breath left in her. A dark cloth was placed over her nose and mouth to block her airways and her eyes slowly drifted shut. Her body became slack and she didn’t resist anymore as she lost consciousness.
Moments later when he was sure she wouldn’t get up anytime soon, he made a phone call.
“I found them, boss. I have the girl but Vicker isn’t here.”
“He must be nearby. Find him.”
“What do I do with the girl?” He asked.
“You know what to do, she’s of no use to me anymore.”
When the call ended, he grinned to himself and looked down at the nearly lifeless body on the floor. Well, he could always have his fun with her. He brought out a silver jackknife from the pocket and sat down beside her.
“Where shall I start from?” He muttered to himself. “The fingers or the toes?”
Later that day, as Vicker made his way back to the hotel room, he felt he might have been too harsh on Grace. Sure, she had said some hurtful words but he still loved her even though he couldn’t explain why. He’d never been able to understand why he withstood all her insults and unfair treatment. How he had stood back and watched as she became Ryan’s toy and ran to do his bidding.
He couldn’t understand why she’d never given him a chance and even when she did, she was still two-timing him. He sighed bitterly when he realized Ryan would always be better than him in Grace’s eyes. But this time around, he had to let go of her.
He knew it was the only way. If it was Ryan she
Wanted, she could have him.
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