Conversation with someone who wasn't Anthony, and someone who had no deal with Anthony was refreshing. She took a sip of the cold orange juice that had been laid before her. Her eyes drifted to the wall clock behind him. They had been talking for over thirty minutes. She smiled as he chuckled at his own joke. Had they been there for that long? She looked around to find her entire escort watching her. It was then it dawned on her. They worked for Anthony, not her. They would, of course, report back to him, and he would end Stefan. "Are you alright?" Stefan asked, noticing how her forehead squeezed in worry. "I need to leave." She quickly replied, rubbing her sweaty palms together. "That's not a problem. Let me walk you out." He offered, rising to his feet. She felt herself shrink in size. He wasn't aware of her condition. "I think I'm good." "Come on, don't be shy" he prompted with a broad smile. "Hard pass. I'm

As she stared at her husband, Sandra wondered how on Earth she ended with a psychopath such as him? Never in the months they had been together, had she seen Anthony smile, but murder made him happy? Yes, she was actually excited that the perpetrators were getting their punishments, and justice was served, but why was he so excited? Was he overjoyed because he was dishing out justice, or was he happy because he held the gun? "Are you ready?" Anthony asked, picking up an AED. She recognized the device. It was what doctors in movies used to revive patients whose heart had stopped working. From the movie, she could tell that these men were literally in for the shock of their god-damned lives. She watched as Anthony's smile faded into a frown. "Do you want this?" He asked, dropping the machine on the table. "Of course, I do." He had literally no idea how much she had waited for this day. The day she would get her revenge.

Blood. Blood was the last thing she saw before everywhere went blank. She lifted her palm to her forehead. She felt a throbbing pain there. Not a new feeling. A deep sigh escaped the pit of her stomach. Her eyes looked up at the ceiling in tiredness. What the heck happened to her? "How are you feeling?" A male voice asked. She stiffened, not wanting to look. Was she going crazy? Had she run mad? She hoped she wasn't missing him so bad that she had imagined him talking to her. That would be a sure sign of madness. Slowly, her neck turned to her left, and her heart raced as she saw the stature casually sitting on the armchair. He waved slightly at her. She smiled in resilience. She wasn't crazy. Anthony was here in blood and flesh. "Hey," she called out to him, stretching her arm for him to hold. He ignored it. Sandra's attention divided as Tanya stepped in with crackers in her hand. "Hey, boo" Tanya greeted as she

Tanya's visit had to be one of the best things that had happened to Sandra in weeks. Months even. Tanya seemed to have that aura of command around her. She had strictly ordered the maids to clean up the messes, and to heaven's true word, they obeyed every word that left her mouth. "Enjoying your dinner?" Tanya asked, stabbing her fork into the last piece of meatball on her plate. She knew her friend was trying to fill in the hole Anthony was creating, but she honestly wasn't helping matters. Sandra couldn't explain how, but slowly she had found herself craving for Anthony's attention. At first, she had been relieved that he had left. It had given her so much time to process the whole pregnancy thing, and she was comfortable enough to breathe air. But as time went on, Sandra realized that more than anything, she wanted him back. The house seemed so vacant without him. There was no one growling or barking at every corner. The workers hadn't been called fools in w

Anthony's hands waved through his hair as the cold water droplets poured on his hard skin. He needed a fresh bath to clear up all he had done in the past minute. His adrenaline rush was still high, and the excitement bubbled in his stomach. Why he had kissed Sandra, he couldn't explain. There was no logical explanation. He grunted in discomfort. He had no sexual attraction towards her. There had been no sexual tension within them or whatsoever. He turned the shower off. The cold bath had definitely not helped in getting rid of the hardness he possessed. He walked towards the soap section. It was the first time he would be doing that in years. Sandra laid lazily on the bed, panting. Her heart kept on racing like it was going against race cars. She looked at the ceiling, searching for nothing. How was she to put a tag on what just happened? Anthony obviously hated her. He had made it clear. Why then had he kissed her? Her stomach churned. She felt as her fingers moved up to