Zain held jenny in his strong arms as the news told the tale of the gruesome murders they both had everything to do with. Jenny realized that the scene from Smith’s had been wiped clean of her presence. Smith’s murder was going to be one of the many unsolved murders in history. His wife looked so sad he almost pitied her, but his soul was long gone, and he didn’t feel a thing for the poor woman. Jenny, on the other hand, the case was different.
She sobbed lightly. His chest glistened with her tears, but she said nothing. She would if she wanted to, but for now, she seemed perfectly content in his arms. They were meant for her. She could do anything she wanted with his body, and he would welcome it.
It took two days for the body to be found by his family. Lying on the stairs as she had left him. Zain nagged her to look at him then spoke.
“It’s Basco’s time. Let’s go.”
She did not speak. She just rose from the bed and slipped into yet other expensive jeans and a matching top. She was starting to believe that the dressing up was more for Zain’s satisfaction. The clothes made her look ruthless and unhinged. The travel to Basco was short as he lived in town. Two hours later, Zain parked the jeep in Basco’s driveway.
She never loved Basco, but he was a coward who left her pregnant. He couldn’t bring himself to shoulder responsibility unless it included happiness. When times got hard, he became a shell of the man he was and left her to be strong alone. He sought happiness inside many women and in alcohol.
Jenny knocked on Basco’s door which instantly flew open. What kind of moron leaves his door unlocked in such a dangerous neighborhood? She stealthily walked in and found him on the sofa. As always, tipsy. It looked like he had company because he frantically looked behind him. He wasn’t supposed to have company.
“Jenny, why are you here?”
“Did you know that I lost the baby?” Basco seemed stunned. He hadn’t expected the question.
“I heard, sorry I didn’t do more. I couldn’t bare the look on your face. I had disappointed you, and I couldn’t leave with it.”
For a minute, she almost believed him. And just as her heart was about to soften, a figure walked into the living room. And that figure was none other than her sister. Her fucking sister. Bastard.
Jenny pulled out her gun and fired two bullets, both hitting the two right between the eyes. Fucking bastards. She left the house in a rush, this time remembering to carry her gun. She hopped into the jeep where Zain was eagerly waiting.
“Were they fucking?”
“Probably,” Zain replied calmly. “She has always been in touch, I thought you kill two birds with one stone. They deserved each other.” Zain was right, the two had a stronger connection than we ever had. She never missed an opportunity to drive a wedge between them. Many people had suspected their involvement but jenny had turned a blind eye to it all.
Great, now she had to go home and plan a funeral.
Zain watched as her face lit up with satisfaction, every raw emotion Marileen had evoked in her was replaced by the hole between her eyes. She was responsible for a lot of things, and now she had had the last laugh.
“I thought that would be a nice surprise for you my love, turns out I was right.”
“I thought you wanted the company to leave before we got here,”
“No, I wanted the company to arrive. She was too comfortable in your shoes.”
“Thank you, at least it saved me a lot of time.”
“There is just one more thing I have to do, you gave them an honorable death and I’m not having that on my conscience.” Zain scurried back to the building jenny was not far behind.
“What are you up to?” Zain didn’t have to answer that as his actions told it all. Jenny stood by the door grinning. The man she was in love with was diabolical. His gloved hands worked quickly and soon they were out. Jenny laughed incessantly as she sipped her whisky.
“Let’s grab something to eat,” Zain mumbled as he drove into the restaurant gates.
“It’s two am, who is awake at this hour?”
“If it’s food my lady needs, she gets her food. I don’t negotiate.”
Jenny was yet again surprised by Zain; of which she needs to get used to him being capable. He was more than capable. She was extremely hungry, coupled with the tipsiness, she could use some meat in her belly. She parched herself on the chair opposite Zain and munched on the delicious ribs before her.
Zain watched her keenly. She looked young and vibrant, like the woman he met all those years ago. She ate like she had made rainbows and unicorns float, instead of killing people. His father was right, there was no darkening her soul, and the more she killed the brighter she become.
But why was his dark soul still infatuated with hers? Why was his soul still yearning for her, to taste her and fill her? There must be something there, a fine line he wasn’t seeing. She went on and on with her unending stories, which he loved to hear. She told tales unimaginable to the common mind because she was not common.
She didn’t even realize that her plate had been refilled twice. At this rate, she was going to pass out from eating, but she didn’t seem to want to stop. Her mouth was covered in grease and he wanted to lick her clean, only if she would let him. Zain couldn’t help but wonder how painful her gums would become morning. But he didn’t dare stop her. She watched her, she had just killed two people she once considered close to her, and yet her appetite was through the roof. Who is she?
“Zain,” the managed a short ‘mmh’ as his mouth was also full.
“I feel free Zain.”
Zain looked into her eyes, afraid that she doesn’t want to finish off every pesky creature that even ever dared look at her the wrong way.
“Are you done?”
“I think I am Zain; I don’t hold a grudge against anyone else as I did to those I’ve already killed. I feel a strange satisfaction from the pit of my stomach and my heart isn’t heavy anymore. I’ll take a few days to be sure that my sadness has gone, but I can feel it Zain, it’s gone!” Zain lost his appetite.
Even though he tried to hide the ache, Jenny saw it.
“I don’t have to kill more to be your dark empress Zain.” Zain looked into her eyes and saw a flash of green, there it was, but it was life and not darkness like his.
He sighed and went back to eating.
