A/N: Okay, so there's some evil talk in here, meaning: sabotage, suggested rape, and Seth's death. This kind of content is never easy to write, not to mention read, so I tried to put it all in the beginning. Unbeta'd, so if I confuse you or there's a mistake, it's all mine.

Chapter 23

MysteryPOV

That dog's death couldn't have happened at a better time. I paid a thief all the cash I had to steal a car and drive it up and down the road and gun it when he saw a huskie. He was weary at first, but I persuaded him with his choosing of items in a house I'll soon have access to. I didn't plan on the mutt dying, only needing him out of commission for a bit, but I think it adds to the poetic justice a little. Now I have one less obstacle in my path to revenge.

I managed to unhook a couple wires in the little bitch's truck the other night while they were sleeping. I know jack shit about cars, so I kind of just guessed on what I was doing. I'm surprised I didn't wake them considering it's a rusty piece of shit and squeals and screeches when its joints are forced to work. I would have preferred them fucking so I wouldn't have had to work that fast; and so I could see her naked one last time. She sure did grow into a beautiful woman; although I can't stand to see her living when my brother is nothing more than bones under six feet of dirt. I'm a man that's been in prison for years and even though the pussy I got from the guard was good, nothing would satisfy me more than to take an additional form of payment before ending her life.

She fucked up my life by surviving in the first place. The least I can do is fuck up hers in return.

My appearance has changed during my time in prison. I've received a broken nose three times, cauliflower ear on the right side from too many hits, and a few scars adorn my face – more cover the rest of my body – from shanks. I've been to the bar, but never interacted with her, a slight fear that she'd recognize me holding me back. Recognition would ruin my plans, or familiarity could hinder it, but if she can't see me, she can't stop me.

Unfortunately, I can't be in two places at once, so the thief I'd paid is staking out her boy toy's house while I'm here at the bar. My cheap phone vibrates on the table. Looking down, I see a text from him informing me that her truck's been fixed. I look up to see her check her phone. What's his face must have told her. I take this as my cue to leave and prepare, just in case she's alone tonight. He's been with her almost constantly and I've spent my time learning to read hard people that I know she's in need of space; she really is quite transparent in my opinion.

I sneak one last look at her as I make my way out and all I can think is 'soon'.

A/N: *shifty-eyes*