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Behind Blue Eyes
Prologue
I had been watching him for weeks. I was almost ready to make my move. I noticed the way that they looked at each other, it showed how they felt no matter if their relationship was acknowledged or not. She was known as his woman on the main gang strip. I watched as he saved her twice, and as I observed in these last weeks, I closely watched his reaction each time he found her. It was clearly written on his face by those who knew how to read him. This was how I knew exactly how I would destroy him. They had some strange kind of connection, without looking they seemed to know when the other was near, you could see it in their body language. The comfort they seemed to offer each other was unimaginable and I was going to use that to my advantage. I was going to enjoy taking the most important thing from his life and watch him crumble in front of me. I would make it painful, and I would make it last.
He had taken so much from me in the past, and I was determined to pay him back for ever crossing me. I always knew that one day I would find his weakness, I just had to be patient, and it seemed as though my patience had paid off at last. My informant was going to be well paid for this. The smile that had long ago been wiped off my face had no started to form once again. Soon, I thought to myself, soon I would get the ultimate payback.
I followed her on her route to pick up some of her skips and could see that he had been training her, but she would be no match for me. I'd wait for the right moment to take her, however the more that I watched her the more fascinated I became with her. There was something about this woman that was special and before I could take any additional steps in my plan I wanted to find out what that was. What kind of woman would fall for a man as cold and calculating as him? He was a heartless mercenary, a cold blooded killer, but with her he was different, with her he was gentle. Had he changed that much in these last few years? Or was it simply her presence in his life that made him seem different?
I watched as she took on her current skip. She first tried to talk to him, which seemed to be going well, surprisingly, then something happened and he began to resist. She moved fluidly, without hesitation and subdued him. He put up a good fight, but with her training he was no match for her, she had him in cuffs rather quickly and began to walk him to her car. There was an easy exchange of words between them even a few laughs and smiles, but a few feet from her vehicle and everything changed. Her car exploded and she and her skip were thrown back with such great force from the blast, that both their feet were off the ground and the skip landed on top of her, both were unmoving, laying on the ground no more than 20 feet from what used to be her vehicle, now a current pile of flaming metal. I turned and scanned the area around me only to see a man standing off in the shadows watching the scene with great interest and a smile. I noticed something in his hand that shone in the light of day. I knew that he was the one responsible for the flames before me. I would deal with him later; I memorized his face, and would find out who he was and I would make him pay for this.
Within a few short minutes, after returning my gaze to the woman and her skip, I noticed the skip seemed to come around and took in his surroundings; he managed to get a hold of her keys and undid his cuffs. To my surprise, instead of running from the scene for his freedom he searched her. What was he searching for? He came up with her phone, sirens were already heard in the distance so I knew he wasn't calling to police, I continued to watch as he dialed a number quickly, talked for a moment and then hung up. He checked her over from head to toe, talking to her constantly, listening for her breathing, checking her pulse, but she never moved. The skip never left her side.
What was wrong with this man? Why was he not trying to get away? Why was he checking her over? Did he want to go to jail? Why was he willing to sacrifice his freedom for her? Why would he care? What made her so special that men would fall all over themselves for her? I had witnessed it time and again everywhere she was over the last few weeks. It was as if that smile of hers melted every man she came into contact with and they did as she asked, maybe not right at first, but eventually they did. And the most surprising thing about it, she didn't seem to understand the affect she had on people.
After what seemed like hours, but I knew was only a few moments, the Police, Fire trucks and Ambulance arrived on the scene, along with the man I wanted to punish. I smiled seeing his pain at watching her still form, laying on the ground still 20 feet from the fire, not having moved once since the explosion. Shrinking into the shadows to make sure that I was unseen, I watched the scene unfold before me. His men arrived and wore equally grim looks on their faces and stood to watch as her body was removed from the scene and placed in the ambulance. Watching the men file into the same vehicles they had arrived in and left just as quickly following the ambulance to make sure she was okay. What was so special about her? I had to know.
For now my goal would be to find out who it was that had attempted to take away my opportunity for revenge. I would take my anger out on him for now. No one gets the drop on me; no one interferes with my plans. This man will pay for hurting her by my hand, he will pay for his interference, no one else will touch him. Then I will regroup and see what I can do that will cause the most pain possible. You will pay Ranger Manoso. You will pay on way or another.
So let me know what you think. This one has been running through my mind for a while now. Most of it is written, so I am just doing fine tuning before posting. Weekly posts will be uploaded on Wednesdays until this one is done. I hope you like it.