As thanks for my readers patience this week, here is the Epilogue for The Sweetest Revenge.

Enjoy! ^_^

It took Darien and Serena almost a half an hour to find an open car door, avoid the cameras and hot wire it. By the time they left the parking garage, police cars and an ambulance were flying to the front of the hotel. As they drove by he heard the same desk clerk he spoke to yelling in Spanish to the police, "The woman in Room 525! She shot herself!"

Darien looked at Serena next to him and a look of horror was plastered on her face. Apparently she knew Spanish as well.

"Oh my god, Darien we killed her! I killed her!" Serena was in hysterics.

Darien's hand immediately found hers and squeezed it. They needed to drive further before he could stop. "Serena, baby it's going to be okay. We had no idea she would have done that."

Serena couldn't stop the tears flowing even if she wanted to. Not only was Peaches' death on her conscience, now this poor woman's blood was on her hands as well.

"I killed her! If I didn't place that note there she would never have died!"

Darien tried to console her, but she was just as hysterical now as she was when Peaches died. He had to try a different tactic. "Serena! I need you to keep it together. We are not out of danger yet and I need you with a clear head!" He was practically screaming at her, and he felt horrible but it did the trick. She stopped sobbing and nodded, silent tears sliding down her cheeks. He squeezed her hand again for comfort. They had a long way to go and he wouldn't feel like they were safe again until they were out of the country.

A few hours later found them entering the airport and trying finding a new place to go. Serena hadn't made a sound since he yelled at her. He promised himself to make it up to her once they were safe again.

"So where to Princess? Anywhere your heart desires." Darien tried to get her to smile. All he got was a blank stare.

"I don't care. You pick." She was taking this really hard.

He wrapped his arms around her. "Serena, I'm sorry I yelled at you, but you have to understand we are not out of danger yet." He pulled her back so he could look into her eyes. "I love you with everything I am, to the point where I'm giving up everything to be with you. What you've been through is not easy, but you still have me and I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

She looked up at him then, tears on the verge of spilling over from her wide cerulean eyes. She nodded. "I know Darien, I just can't help but feel responsible."

Darien enveloped her in a full hug this time. "I know baby, I know. But it's not your fault. I promise you that."

Serena let herself shed a few tears, but would save her guilt laden crying jag for later when she was alone. Looking up at the departing flights board, they picked the next flight out of Cancun, which was to Moscow.

Loading the plane, Serena and Darien took their seats in first class. Once they were in the air, Serena unbuckled her seat belt and curled up in a ball, her head resting on Darien's lap. The tears returned then, overflowing silently from her eyes, and all Darien could do was be there for her.

Two black Cadillacs drove in a slow parade to the cemetery as a chill filled the air. It was late November and the two families had decided to bury them together, even though one casket was empty.

Once they reached the funeral site, Tony exited the first Cadillac and walked with his men to stand by the empty casket of his brother, Andrew Jones. His face was made of stone, but his insides were boiling. He knew his brother didn't commit suicide, which left one alternative: he was murdered. The question was, by whom?

The second Cadillac pulled up next to the first, and an older gentleman stepped out. He was on the shorter side, but his designer suit spoke of his wealth. His salt and pepper hair was gelled in place so not even the wind could move it, and his eyes were unknown behind the dark shades that covered them. A woman got out of the car behind him, dressed completely in black like the rest who were in attendance. She wore a large brim hat, with a netted veil that covered her face. The only thing that anyone could see were her crimson lips.

The mysterious gentleman and the woman with the crimson lips walked up to Tony and took their place beside the second casket, the casket of their daughter, Rei. Neither one of them spoke as the preacher took his place and began the eulogy.

"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of two beautiful souls, Andrew Jones and his wife, Rei."

Tony stopped listening after that. He was already forming a plan in his head of what he was going to do to the person who was responsible for his brother's death. He already sent his men to Cancun to start digging.

The Mexican police had written Rei's death off as a suicide since she shot herself in the head. That didn't matter to Tony, however the note they found which lead her to kill herself did. His hand formed around that note now in the pocket of his suit.

He and Andrew had arranged the marriage to Rei as to unite the two families between Chicago and New York for more control and he knew Andrew would never have thrown all of that away. There was too much at stake.

The preacher finished speaking and it was time for the families to pay their last respects before the caskets were lowered into the ground. Tony went first, placing a dozen red roses on Andrew's casket. It was the color of the blood he was out for now.

Next came Rei's parents. The woman didn't move, but the man walked forward and placed a single red rose on the casket. Around the thorns that lined the stem, a single card was tied with ribbon.

After everyone had placed their flowers and paid their respects, the guest left the grave site leaving just the two families. As the caskets were lowered into the ground, a cold breeze flipped the card on the rose over revealing a single phrase.

Revenge is mine.

Be on the lookout for the sequel to this called: The Rightful Justice.

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