Virtuously Evil [Book 1 of Animosity series]

Chapter 44: Officer in charge.

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My wrists were free, but I made it seem like the ropes were still there, restricting any and all of my movements because I had to wait for the perfect moment to attack and not let my feelings mess up the time to strike.

As I was a masochist, I looked in front of me again, behind Kylie's evil-y seductive twin, Stel and felt multiple pangs scratching at my heart as I looked at the barely-holding-the-consciousness Jayceono and the others, who were beaten rouge-ly but not as much as Jayceono.

The guy who abducted me, kept me as a hostage and a sore enemy from college. The guy who made up rumours and destroyed my entire school life. Yet, why were the tears painfully fogging my eyes seeing him in such a helpless state?

Maybe because those rumours always kept me occupied, and it was fun in finding Jayceono and beating him up with a golf stick. Those were the rumours that at the same time, made my school life fun and kept me contented.

Maybe because after he abducted me, feelings that were left in the equation years ago were slowly getting solved.

Maybe because the way he hugged me and cried on my shoulder, outside his office, not caring that his undermen were right behind him, guarding the door, watching his fragile side. Instead, he tightened the hug and did not care if the world saw him because he finally had a shoulder to share the burden of his piled up secrets that were too much to bear for a person. The person who was forced to become a mafia leader at just the young age of 21.

I remembered the little date we had, I remembered the time Jayceono was twerking to side to side on the Principal's desk and how he pretended to be Diego's boyfriend when a girl kept bothering him.

Seeing him in a state, blood-covered, submissive, like that perfectly knowing who the cause behind all this was...

Me.

The anger that surged up my veins, I almost slapped myself hard, but remembering that I had to pretend that my wrists were still tied, I kept that slap for later on.

Kylie waved her hand in front of my face as I had zoned out, I flinched as I zoned back in. She smiled at me and brought her face closer to mine. Her index finger and thumb supported my chin. She brought her thumb up and lightly pressed against my lower lip. I could practically smell how horny she was and that made me want to hit her with a mosquito bat.

"Don't zone out on me, the main course isn't even here yet." She said, the smile not leaving her face. It kind of freaked me out how with each passing second she looked more and more like Pennywise.

"Your last question, darling." She dragged a finger down my neck and traced my collarbone before spinning on her heels and going back to her initial position, the middle of the circle. She looked at me with eyes that practically screamed I'm a sadist bitch and be prepared to become my doormat.

The last question. The last question. The last question.

Something striked my mind and it was as if time stopped, allowing me to discuss my thoughts.

As a CIA agent, we were taught to consider every possibility, for example, a child gets murdered, then everyone is a suspect, their friends, family, even the mother. You have to consider each and every little possibility then with the help of clues, and evidence you shortlist the suspects.

Sometimes making a bold assumption or considering the little possibility results in solving the case real quick but sometimes bold possibilities don't work out so the only thing to do is to apologize.