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CHAPTER 11

(John's P.O.V)

My heart was pounding as I shut my door, locking and bolting it securely. My hands were shaking vigorously as I stumbled around the kitchen for a bottle of wine. After rummaging around in nearly all of my cupboards, I finally found one and took a long swig before sitting myself at the table. I felt guilt over run my body and I found myself sobbing in the dark, taking another swig of wine.

"Well aren't you a sorry sight." A female voice said. I looked up from where I was sitting, my vision blurred due to the tears and the wine, but I knew exactly who it was.

"You." I hissed wiping my eyes. "Show yourself." My eyes scanned the darkness in the small kitchen, and slowly a figure emerged like the devil himself.

"That's no way to talk to a lady, especially Milady." She cooed, a sickening smile playing on her lips. I shook my head at her and took another swig from the bottle before slamming it on the table and rising from my seat.

"I killed her. You didn't tell me it was her." I spat at her. She chuckled to herself and sat down opposite me, her flattering dress surrounding her.

"You never asked who it was." She said, the smile had vanished from her lips and her cold dark eyes stared at me.

"Sit down." Her voice was bitter and icy, but I did as she asked.

"I killed my fiancée." I whispered my voice dangerously quiet. She waved a finger in my direction.

"Ex-fiancée." She said as she pulled of her gloves placing the red material on the table. "By what you told me you didn't even get her in a wedding dress-"

"That's enough!" I bellowed, my fists clenched together tightly. "You knew who she was didn't you? You knew what she was to me and you still let me go in there blinded."

"If I had told you, you wouldn't have gone through with it. Besides, she isn't dead." She hissed. "I know men like you. All action until it involves the people who you think you don't care about but actually do. Then all of a sudden, you suddenly remember what you saw in them. Then you crumble at the thought of endangering the people you love." She punched her fist on the table, my bottle of wine shaking slightly. I watched as her guard fell slightly, relief washing over me knowing that Roxie wasn't lying dead with my blood on her hands. Milady's eyes showed the heartbreak she had witnessed by a man who she dearly loved. She straightened up suddenly; her eyes suddenly guarded as if she had revealed too much.

"That's how you divide the men from the boys. The lion from the lamb." She said her voice calm and collected, but the evilness in her voice oozed out of her mouth like a fog on a moor engulfing a weak animal.

"That's how you separate them John." Her voice seemed almost seductive to the average man, but I was aware of her luring ways.

"Well then, you'll have to find someone else to do your dirty work for you." I said to her taking a swig from my bottle of wine and walking towards the door.

"That's such a shame." She sighed and I heard the material of her gloves leave the table. "It would be such a shame for Roxanne to find out what happened the night of the fire." I stopped in my tracks, my back facing her.

"I mean, for her to find out what really happened that night." The clicking of her shoes made my hairs stand on end. "How the fire happened. You do know she's looking for the person who killed her family right?" I felt my blood run cold as I turned to face her.

"Ah." She smiled seductively walking towards me. "I guess you didn't know that." I watched her before looking at the floor my heart racing. I knew Roxanne was a hard woman, and I knew she wouldn't hesitate to rip the person to shred if she found out who caused the arson. The woman stopped in from of me, her body close to mine.

"I guess we wouldn't want dear little Roxanne to know that the person who killed her family and started that fire, do we? You keep working for me, and then I won't spill our little secret to poor Roxanne. Understand?" Milady twisted the door handle and opened the door before walking out and vanished into the shadows.