“Wait, what? And who is Collin?”
chapter 18
Cal
I’ve been waiting on this day for a long time. Dex never came through. I feel stupid that I never went directly to the real source. Dexter Sr.
When Chris pissed all over himself after finding out his daddy was screwing his so called best friend I knew my time was coming to take over, but when she told him she had a kid that was his sister, even I couldn't believe that shit, and good ol’ boy Chris just couldn’t take that blow. Unfortunately other greedy pussies stepped in, trying to keep me from claiming what’s mine.
I thought Collin was smarter than that. Asking for a third of Dexter Crestfield’s company. Fucking greedy dumbass. Chris’ weakness is his feelings, Collin's is he thinks he’s so much smarter than everyone else. My weakness is this mother fucker’s existence sitting tied up in front of me which I’m about to eliminate very soon. I like watching him squirm. I’m enjoying it a whole lot actually.
All of the time I spent looking for him and he was right under my nose. He lived just a few blocks from the house in Venitan. I knew I was close, I just didn’t know how close, and I really want to ring those fucking PI’s necks. I’m waiting for him to wake from the blow to the back of the head I gave him. When I saw him I couldn’t believe it. The man who causes the same fucking nightmare for me again and again. It’s all going to be over soon though. He’ll be dead, the little boy in my dream can have peace and the fucker that shot his mother right in front of him will be wiped off the earth.
Then I can live in peace with Lauren and Caylen and all will be well with the world.
After a long ass hour the bitch finally starts to stir. I pull off the bag on his head and his eyes widen, and the small thread of uncertainty that I grabbed the wrong guy is gone. I’ll never forget his eyes, I see them in my dream every night.
“What’s up, Pops? Remember me?” I laugh at him. I still have the tape on his mouth so he can’t speak but he shakes his head, as if the more he shakes it the better his chances are to make it out of here alive. Too bad for him, I don’t give a shit how he answers my questions—the only way he’s leaving this house is post mortem.
“I know you had a thousand little bastards running around but see me, I’m special. You remember my mother, Isabella?” I ask him sarcastically. The expression on his face now is priceless. He looks at me more closely and I can see the horror on his face as he recognizes he’s met his undertaker.
“Yeah. I think you do,” I nod.
“I bet you never expected to see me again did you?” I ask him.
“Then I was a helpless little boy, left crying in the pool of blood after you shot his fucking mother right in front of his face,” I growl at him. He shakes his head again and I can hear him straining to talk.
“Oh, oh it didn’t happen like that? You’re not the right guy?” I ask laughing and I hit him right on the mouth with the back of my 9 mm.
“Fucking liar. I re-live what happened every night. Every single night. I will never forget your face,” I growl at him, disgusted as I see tears pouring out his eyes. I stick the gun right between them.
“Don’t you fucking let one more tear come out or I will start by blowing off your fucking dick,”
“Cal!” I turn around and look back to see Lauren and fucking William Scott coming down the stairs. Stupid Chris and Dex, I forgot he was having me followed, traitor.
I point the gun at William. Lauren gasps.
“Cal what are you doing?”
“You know as much as I can’t stand Chris. I really do owe the guy. Maybe I should just do him a favor and kill your ass too,” I joke, but neither of them are laughing.
“Cal, put the gun down,” she pleads, silent tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Why the hell are you crying, Lauren? This is going to fix everything!”
“He’s not going to shoot me, Lauren,” William says, way too calmly.
“Oh I won’t?” I laugh, aiming at his knee.
“No!” Lauren screams. Ugh. She’s ruining everything.
“Both of you get the fuck out!”
“You’re not going to shoot me or that guy in the chair because if you do your wife, the woman that you love, will never look at you the same.” Oh cue the violins.
“If anyone knows that it’s me, son. Gwen will never ever look at me the way she did before this happened,” he pleads. I glance over at Lauren who's crying and is looking at me like I’m the worst person in the world. I go over to Clay and smack him with the gun again.
“This is all your fault!”