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Chapter Forty Nine Raya St Claire
one month later
The bell chimes behind me. I close the door, lifting my hand to turn the ‘open’ sign so that it would state that the shop was now closed. The owner didn’t even bother to look who decided to grace his presence—he only focused on counting the dollar bills that belong in the cash register.
I trace my fingerover the long but locked cases of the jewellery store.
I eye each necklace and bracelet as I made my way to the paying side. I love that each of the jewellery pieces were made with precious stones—rubies, diamonds, emeralds, sapphires and more. I wanted to snatch some of them. My hand itched, but I made it to the counter without taking anything of value.
I wasn’t here for the precious jewellery anyways.
“Can I help you?” A man asks, his voice sending a jolt of electricity through my veins.
That’s how I know I have found him.
I lift my head, sliding the hoody over my head to show him my face.
He still looks at me like he doesn’t recognise me.
It’s time for me to enlighten him.
“I see you spent your money well.” I tell him, feeling my lip curl upward in a smile. “You know… the money you got from working with Winchester.”
He reaches behind the counter for something but I darted forward grabbing him behind the neck before I slammed his head into the glass counter enough for it to crack.
If I smashed his head any harder, his head would have gone straight through the glass.
He groans while the blood ran from his nose and onto the cracked glass counter.
“He’s dead, by the way.” I tell him, releasing his head so he could look at me. “Winchester has already been eaten by the worms.”
He doesn’t reach for something behind the counter again.
“W-who are you?” He sputters, wiping his bloodied nose with the back of his hand. “W-what do you want?”
“I want you dead.” I tell him, seeing him freeze on the spot. “I want your brains to be splattered across this fine jewellery.”
Even through the faint music playing in the background, I hear him suck in a deep breath.
He was afraid of me. He was afraid of what I might do to him.
