The one who ended it all

Chapter 24:

Maeve's pov

Lee was the only person that knew about Scott and I. He was a quiet man that was sometimes forced to hang out with me. I was sliding my leather gloves in, waiting for Lee to finish his cigarette.

Lee always looks annoyed, he looks done with humanity and any form of it. People say that working with him is a pain in the ass but I don't think that, at least not all the time. "Do I have to ask or are you just going to tell me?" he asked and I watched him exhale the smoke from his lungs.

It was getting colder, the rain was becoming more frequent and I just knew that I would be spending the next few months locked in my house. Summer had gone so fast, I was so busy with Liam Jones that I forgot what winter and a true orgasm looked like. "Scott and I had sex" "again" he said because he knew. He didn't know every single detail about our wild nights but he knew that the wild nights existed.

He threw the cigarette on the ground, stomping his foot on it. I watched as he did so. "If Olive finds out you are both dead," he warns and walks away, I follow right behind him. "I don't think that's the truth" "maybe because you are just some girl that she loves very much, but Scott is her brother, maybe she actually considers him a dad for her" he stopped to look at me. His thick accent cut through the harsh words like a knife.

"He might forgive the man that raised her, but she might think that you have been using her to get to Scott" my lips pressed together because that's bullshit and Lee is actually a mean douche. When he says the word "might" he puts a huge weight on it, because in his mind he has already planned my whole life.

"Olive loves me and knows that I could never use her" I respond and walk in the room. "Does she?" He called after me.

The man was already dead, his body on the ground with a bullet in his eye. We were too late. Blood surrounded the corpse and he still looked warm but I had to check, I wanted to. I turned for a mere second to stare at Lee, he was shaking his head, disappointed as much as I was.

I squatted down and reached my face close to the man. My nose almost touched his face. He was warm. I got up and shaked my head at him. The sadness in my eyes made Lee understand that the murderer had been here just a few minutes ago. A "J" on his chest, fresh blood still gushed from it.

I could have caught him, I could've kicked J in the nuts and brought pride to the company, but I had been too busy with Lee.

"J" we both whispered. "Will you drive me home?" I asked him.

—

Who would've thought? Scott Edwards and Maeve Lewis together, starting to wonder what Olive would think of this. Her big brother fucking her slutty best friend. And what about that tanned piece of shit that is your ex boyfriend? He would love to hear about this, wouldn't he?

Hoping this pushes you to work harder in killing people, because I'm always eight steps ahead of you Maeve.

-j

I kept reading the note. I could now recite it by heart. I would go nuts because of this. Who the fuck is J? Why is he tormenting me?

For years I thought J was just some dude that wanted to ruin our job and our paychecks. But now he knew me. He knew who I was, where I lived and who I was sleeping with.

I looked around, some sort of panic rising from me, I was starting to feel observed. Wherever I went. "Always eight steps ahead". He had just left. I could've met him. I could've punched him, but I was too busy. I was done with J.

I needed to find out who he really was without telling anybody else, nobody had to know that I was the girl that J had been stalking for months. Nobody had to know that their work was being destroyed because of me, so I shoved the dirty note in one of my kitchen drawers and got ready for work.

—

I waited patiently for one of the Edwards' siblings, my stomach grumbling. Maybe for hunger, maybe because I was scared.

Liam fucking Jones walked in. My blood boiled at the sight. No kind of Edwards to save me. He closed the door behind himself as I shut my locker door. The metal making a loud noise. "The Edwards?" he asked and got closer to me. "Olive is at home and Scott is on his way" I responded, my tone cold and icy because I was done with being friendly with an immature man.

He leaned against the locker and I was now starting to notice how close we actually were. "Have you been seeing anyone?" he wondered and I shrugged. "Maybe yes or maybe no" "why can't you just answer?" he said in a frustrated tone.

He ran a hand down his face, and as my eyes followed the movement I noticed how bad his eye bags were. His blue eyes were being obscured by the dark circles around them. The more I watched him, the more I noticed how different he looks from Scott. His skin tanned, his eyes blue and icy, his hair of a rich blonde color.

Scott had joked that not even his hair color was real, that he dyed it to look more like prince charming.

Scott, the hot guy that you're screwing. Not Mr I last no more than 87 seconds Jones.

I smack my lips together. "At the moment I'm just enjoying my single life" I tell him. "So that means you are screwing any living thing?" I laugh at his statement. In my mind I am punching my own self. I am punching her so hard that her nose and mouth are bleeding.

Scott enters the room and the door slams as he walks towards the two of us.

I have never been more relieved to see Scott and Liam in the same room. Scott's finger brushes my palm as he surpasses me. He is saying "I'm here if you need me to punch him" or maybe he is saying "you're not his girl anymore," it all depends how you see it. But that simple touch, God. The hair on my arm rose because of it.

How can a touch this simple destroy me so much?

"I'm screwing whatever can give me an orgasm, so that means that you are off my list" I bark back and he freezes. Speechless. Liam walks out. His steps slow, like he is waiting for me to stop him. For me to turn him around and say "it's a joke, you're the best sex I ever had" but that's bullshit. The door slams and Scott laughs. A loud and joyous sound that sends something in my stomach. I turn and stare at him as he laughs.

"You're amazing," he whispers.

I walk to him, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. We are early, so early that the kitchen is empty. No kinds of loud noises in the kitchen or around the tables. No annoying colleagues to argue with. No customers to please. Just Scott and I.

He begins to kiss my neck, he doesn't do it because he feels the need to fuck me against a locker, he does it because he knows how my body reacts to his touch. His arms wrapped around me. One on my waist, while the other grazes my ribs. "I may or may not have had a small argument with Lee" I tell him and he stiffens. His lips leaving my neck and his eyes search for mine.

"What happened?"

Scott is closer with Lee. They are not as close as me and Liv, but they are close enough to go out drinking together. I can sense the slight worryness in his voice. "I'm just telling you because you are going out with him-" "what did he say?" he asks and there is urgency in his voice.

"He thinks that if Olive finds out she'll think that I have been using her to get to you" I say and his eyebrows rise. "I think that's far from the truth and you know it" he begins saying, his fingers caressing my cold skin. "You have been friends with my sister for over two years and have been hating me for all these years, now it's-" a loud noise comes from outside the locker room. I step away from him and look at him, he goes back to his locker and I do the same.

"I'll talk to Lee" "you don't have to" I respond in an apologetic tone, because I don't want to cause trouble. He shakes his head. "I'll talk to Lee" he repeats and walks out, leaving me in an empty locker room.