ABIGEAL“I DON’T really have to do this, do I?” I asked, my voice dangerously approaching a whine.“Abigeal, if I’m going down, then you’re going with me.” Blaine said firmly. “But you’ll be at Jordan’s house, which is practically a fortress. You don’t need me with you.” I protested, folding my arms. The thought of spending the next 72 hours in what was no doubt going to be a tense situation was very unappealing to me.“Yes, I do. The only other way I’m going to survive this is to drink myself to stupor, which I’m not going to do.” He replied. “So hurry up and finish packing so we can get going.”I eyed him balefully. “You’re not even attempting to hide the fact that you just want to use me.”“Not at all.” He said cheerfully, flopping down onto my bed. I threw a pillow at him which he caught with a grin. “Oh darling, you shouldn’t start what you can’t finish.” I lifted a brow as I returned the stare. “Who said I can’t finish it?” I challenged.His eyes didn’t leave mine as he got u
ABIGEALWE HADN'T been here up to thirty minutes and things were already going south. As soon as we walked in, we encountered Jasmine trying to console a weeping maid. I took one look at the already packed luggage beside the lady and would have turned around if not for Blaine's restraining hand on mine. “Jasmine, hey. What happened?”Jasmine looked frazzled. “Steph here wants to quit, because she feels trodden upon by…some occupants of this house.” The tact wasn't necessary; we all knew who she was talking about. The maid- Steph, I assumed- broke away from Jasmine's hold and glared at her. “Trodden upon? That's putting it lightly. That ugly hag called me fat and said no one would want me!” She blurted.I felt a tiny burst of surprise and respect when Jasmine shot her a sharp look. “Now, Stephanie. I sympathize with you but I won't stand by and let you throw insults at my mother. And maybe you really should cut down on the sweets.” She snapped.Steph paused in her weeping long enough
ABIGEALAS THE day rolled into dusk, I heard a knock on my door. I blew out a frustrated breath as I tried zipping the dress Blaine had bought me for the tenth time. I couldn't get the zipper more than halfway up my back and I was going to be late for dinner if I spent any more time on this because Jasmine was supposed to be here in less than ten minutes to help me with hair and makeup. At this point, I was ready to toss it all and say I wasn't coming down.The knock sounded again, reminding me someone was there. I gritted my teeth at the thought of having to ask for help but I was still practical enough to admit I had to. “Come in.”The door opened and I looked at the person stepping through in the mirror. My eyes met Blaine's and it immediately became difficult to breathe.He was wearing a deep blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up that matched his eyes and black slacks. His hair still glistened like he'd just gotten out of the shower and the curls fell over his forehead
ABIGEALJASMINE HURRIED me down the hallway, anxiously whispering about how late we were and how her mother was going to tear us a new one. I didn’t see what all the fuss was about, but I lifted my dress and increased my pace anyways. We paused at the top of the stairs, taken aback by all the people we found milling about at the bottom. I slowly turned to Jasmine. “I thought this was supposed to be a mainly family only formal dinner.” I said in a low tone.“I thought so. Someone must have invited them last minute or something. That’s it. We’re leaving.”I agreed. “Perhaps if we just back away slowly…” We started to do so, until my eyes found Blaine’s in the crowd. The way he’d looked at me before paled in comparison to how he gazed at me now. Like I was an oasis in a scorching desert.“Abigeal, come on.” Jasmine hissed, but it was too late. My hesitation had cost us the few seconds advantage we had. More people had noticed us and were murmuring amongst themselves. Blaine cut throug
ABIGEALBY THE time dinner was over, I’d tasted nothing and was only happy to be away from the table so I could escape Marcella’s stares. Someone started to play somber music on the piano before someone else nudged him out of the way and started to play something else that brought cheers from the crowd. Before long, the speakers in the house were booming with 90s music and everyone was dancing. Even Marcella was swaying with a man on the dance floor.Jasmine shot me a bemused look as an older gentleman led her past me and whispered something about calling an ambulance in case any of these old people broke a hip or two. I shook my head at her, but had to admit she had a point.Somewhere during the night, Jordan and Blaine had to leave for an emergency at work, but something about the way Jordan said ‘emergency’ and the sour look on Blaine’s face made me think there was more to it than they were letting on.Now that everyone was otherwise occupied, I snuck up to my room, took off my h
ABIGEALI STARED at Marcella in stunned silence for a few moments, noting everyone else staring at her as well. Then I laughed. “Jasmine, I know your mother is a nut job but I didn't realize that she's actually crazy.” I said.“Listen to me. I'm not crazy.” Marcella hissed, her hand still on my shoulder.“That's what all the crazy people say.” I said, shrugging off her hand. Today was already going bad enough without some rich old woman trying to adopt me just because she fancies me. “Abigeal, wait.”I refused to look at her as I started to walk away. “I know you've had this weird obsession with me since we've met, but that needs to stop. Jordan, come get your mother.” I'd gotten to the sliding doors and nearly escaped inside when she spoke again.“If you won't believe me, at least tell me if Ezekiel is okay.” She blurted.I stopped dead as my blood ran cold and I turned to face her.“How the fuck do you know that name?” I whipped my head at Jordan. “I will kill you right now if
ABIGEALMARCELLA WAS stunned into silence, same as Jasmine. But I wasn't. I stood there chest heaving and watched the information sink in. “There, are you happy now? Zeke's dead and he's been dead for years now. So drop the caring mother act and let me be.”She didn't drop the act. Instead, her face creased into lines of sorrow and she clutched her chest. “Oh, my poor baby. What happened?” She asked softly.Something in me snapped. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” I yelled. “You don't get to call him that. You don't get to ask about him. He wasn't your baby, he was mine!” Tears stung my eyes, but I didn't stop advancing on her.“I raised him, I watched over him, I taught him everything he knew, not you! Where were you when he scraped his knee learning how to ride a bike we'd stolen from the house down the street? Where were you when the boys at school teased him because he didn't have parents? Where were you when I was getting laughed out of a PTA meeting because a 14 year old obv
BLAINEI COULDN'T describe the ache I felt in my chest seeing Abigeal like this. She was usually so strong, so stoic and even though I knew she wasn't as unfeeling as she seemed to everyone else, she always knew how to handle everything life threw at her.But she wasn't handling this, and I couldn't blame her. Discovering that every bad thing in your life could have been avoided with one decision would take its toll on anyone. At least, it finally afforded me an opportunity to know her story.I didn't want to press too hard in case she locked down again, but when she was silent for a long time I had to ask. “Do you want to talk about what happened on the mission?”“I've only talked about it once, and I promised I never would again. Talking about it made it too real, reminded me of how I'd let my brother down for the last time.” She said.“Maybe talking about it is exactly what you need to move on,” I countered.“What if I don't want to move on?” She asked quietly. “What if moving on f
ABIGEALI HAD to admit, leaving the country wasn't such a bad idea. It had been an impulsive decision, sure, but as I sipped a cocktail on a balcony while gazing at the stars, I couldn't bring myself to regret it.I couldn't remember the last time I hadn't been weighted down by one obligation or another. Whether it was finding justice for my brother, or trying to assassinate Blaine without him catching a clue.No. We're not thinking about him. Not today, not ever.The one thing I regretted though, was letting Anna have her way when she insisted on helping me pack because I didn't have the energy to argue. She'd taken out all my usual everyday clothes and put in their place flirty sundresses and cocktail gowns and bikinis that left little to the imagination, with a little note that said ‘Now you're ready for the other kind of smashing’ with a little winky face.I shook my head as I recalled. Not that the new wardrobe had done me much good. Every man that had approached me so far either
BLAINEEACH DAY, I wondered why I bothered coming into this office when all I did was drink and stare into space. I had a pounding headache and a hazy memory of the night before. Where had I gone?I remembered heading into a bar. I remembered talking to a blonde who looked vaguely like the girl I was trying to forget. It got hazy from there.Did I take her home? She wasn't there when I woke up and the disapproving glances from my aunts weren't more intense than usual, so no. I chugged Advil down with whiskey and almost laughed at the irony.I leaned back in my chair trying to piece my night together but I'd barely started when a voice interrupted me. “It’s a bit early for happy hour.”I tensed and tightened my grip on the glass. “It's happy hour somewhere,” I said casually.Footsteps walked further into the room. “I hear you've been terrorizing our employees in my absence," Jordan said.“If terrorizing means making sure they do their jobs and do it well, then yes, I've been terrorizin
ABIGEALTHERE WAS a knock on my bedroom door, but I didn't move an inch from where I was and just hoped the noise would go away. But it didn't. Instead, the handle turned and the door opened. I still gave no reaction, as from the voices I knew it was Anna and Melanie standing in the doorway. Melanie took one look at my ramrod straight figure sitting in a chair close to the window and turned to Anna. “How long has she been like this?”“I don't know. Sometimes she'd be up and about and talking, then she'd be back here. I'm not sure what to do,” Anna whispered.“You realize I can hear every word, right?” I said without looking back.“You were meant to.” Melanie walked further into my room and stopped beside me. “What do you think you're doing?” She snapped.I looked up at her and smiled vaguely. “Hi. When did you get back? You look great.” She and Jordan had taken a vacation to a country I didn't remember, since things were still tense with Blaine.As soon as his name came up in my th
BLAINE“WHAT IS wrong with you? What's wrong with all of you?” I snapped, flinging the pieces of paper that my employee just handed me in the air so they scattered and fluttered around. “All the fucking numbers are wrong. I do not pay you huge amounts of money to be met with such incompetence?”“But sir, we worked with the data you got from your office.” One of the workers squeaked, trying to hide behind the files she was holding. “I'm sorry sir, she's new to this department.” The one who was still trying to pick up the papers said. “We'll fix it, sir.”“Better do, if not you and Goldilocks over there are fired. In fact, all of you.” The whole department looked at me in shock before averting their eyes. None of them wanted to be the focus of my attention.I swiveled around and stalked away, my admin Chris walking behind me. “Did you get the analysis done for the Wexler acquisition?” I asked.“No sir, I-”“Damn it, Chris. When did everyone become so lazy? What kind of business are we
ABIGEALTHIS PART was one of the hardest. Kat and Melanie had done most of the cleanup while Anna rested against a wall. I walked up to them and surveyed the space.“Is this everyone?” I asked.“Everyone who resisted. Under those cloaks, some of them were children, some barely old enough to drink. And one of them came at me with a knife.” Kat rubbed her eyes like doing so would erase the image.I looked at the bodies scattered around the floor. “Did you…?”“Of course not. Jesus, do I look like a monster?” Kat looked offended.I held up my hands, then let out a sigh. The plan was to wipe everyone out, but I couldn't do that with a clear conscience. The girl I'd seen was about Juan's age.Perhaps if they became problems a few years later, I could deal with them then. “Got the gasoline?” I asked.Melanie held up the two kegs. I took one and helped her spread it around while Kat supported Anna's weight and helped her outside. When we'd exhausted the kegs, we went out the back exit throug
ABIGEALI WAS stripped of my weapons and pushed into the main hall. The red cloaked people formed a circle with me, Anna, Morgan and his father in the middle. I refused to call him my father, as he'd never been one to me.I knelt beside Anna and took out a strip of clothing, using it to bind her leg. “How did this go so wrong?” I whispered.Her face was pale from the blood loss. “They were on me so fast, I didn't see them coming?” She groaned as I tightened the bind. “The others are safe though.”“Then we might still have a chance," I said lowly. A gunshot made me flinch.“Any more whispering and I'll put the poor girl out of her misery," Soliz said. I glanced back to glare at him. “Stop threatening her. I already gave you what you wanted. I surrendered.”I squeezed her arm lightly and rose. “What exactly do you want from me?” I asked him.“I want you to join us.”I shook my head. “Not happening. Next.”“You are a Soliz, whether you like it or not. I am not leaving my organization in
ABIGEALSOMETHING ABOUT the man standing in the doorway made me unsettled. Maybe it was the way the hooded people bowed out of the way reverently or the way Morgan's body language changed and he cast his eyes to the ground.Or maybe it was the pleasant smile on his face despite the situation.A thought niggled at the back of my head but I couldn't place it. I walked around until I was behind Morgan and held the knife to his throat. “Who are you?” I asked.His eyes slid to me. “Ah, Abigeal. It's always a pleasure.”The voice tickled my memory box. A sense of trepidation washed over me and I couldn't figure out why. “Have we met?”The man laughed easily. “You could say that. Although we met more recently, but I'm not surprised you don't remember.”It came to me suddenly. The only reason why I hadn't placed him immediately was because I'd only gotten a partial look at his face that day when Anna, Michael and I had bumped into Morgan at the restaurant.“I can see you remember. Now may I a
ABIGEALEVERYTHING WAS set in place by the time the sun started to set. The ammunition we needed was delivered to the apartment. I was prepping all my knives while keeping an eye on the time. I had to be back at Blaine's house for dinner with the family, otherwise he'd start to ask questions. I'd already had to lie that Anna had called me over to help her with her application. I slid the bags under my bed when I was done and checked in with Anna before I left.When I got home, Blaine was standing in the living room with a smile on his face watching Juan practice a presentation for school. I stood just behind him and watched. When Juan was done, Blaine applauded. “Good job, but you'll have to work on not stuttering as much. And you don't have to look anyone in the eye, glance above their heads.”Juan nodded. “We'll practice again?”“Sure, buddy, but you need to go wash up for dinner now. And make sure the others do the same.” He replied. Juan waved at me before leaving the room.Blaine
ABIGEALTHE NEXT morning, I went to see Anna. If I was going to take on a mission of this size, I was going to need help. And she was the only person I trusted enough to take my side on this, and not turn me away because of what I did.She opened the door before I knocked and looked surprised to see me. “Abigeal? Hey. I was just going to have a fight with the landlord. He has cut down the hot water supply and it ran out halfway through my shower. Thank God there weren't hot showers in the military so I'm not spoiled.” She raved, stepping out with me and closing the door.“Of course you can't relate. I bet the water runs hot twenty four hours a day in Blaine's Palace," she said without heat.I pretended to consider it. “I think it does, actually. It's one of those things you don't really notice, you know, because it's right there.”She glared at me but could only hold it for a couple of seconds before we started to laugh. “You know what, I can go fight him later. It's not like he's goi