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Chapter 2

At the man's words, Olivia's world suddenly came crashing down on her. She thought of all the fear that she'd finally let go of, all the nightmares she'd finally stopped having, and all of the time she spent trying to recover from everything Lewis did to her, and she felt all of her progress seeping out of her through the cuts in her face. He was back. No, not him, but possibly a worse version of him. The thought made Olivia's mouth go dry.

God help me.

The smile on the man's face widened wickedly as he saw the terror in her eyes, and in that moment, Olivia couldn't bear to look at him anymore. He looked too much like Lewis; it was like he was back from the dead, and it was enough to make Olivia feel like she was going to lose her lunch.

She looked away from him stubbornly.

"Lewis didn't have a brother," she said matter-of-factly. "You're lying."

He chuckled. "What, my brother never talked about me?" He leaned in closely to her face. "I can't say I'm surprised, though. Me and William never really saw eye-to-eye, if you know what I mean. He was always trying to prove that he was better than me, but he wasn't." He shrugged. "But I guess that's why I'm alive and he's not."

Olivia opened her eyes and stared blankly at him, still trying to absorb everything. She felt like she was losing her mind.

"Out of words, huh?" he grinned, making eye contact with Liv's reflection. "Don't worry. I've got enough words for both of us."

He suddenly grabbed her wrists and handcuffed them behind her back with a pair of steel handcuffs he'd had clipped to his belt. Before she could react, he grabbed her underarms, heaved her over his shoulder, and started carrying her back into the living room.

It took a minute for Olivia to process what what happening, but when she finally did, she fought like Hell. She writhed and squirmed, trying desperately to free herself from his grip. But she quickly found that he was much too strong, and that she was in too awkward of a position for her to effectively fight back.

After a few minutes of struggling, the man pushed Olivia onto the couch, throwing his entire weight on top of her. She stifled a scream, knowing better than to draw attention to their apartment. He had all of her weapons, and she tried to scream for help, she knew he'd kill her, her boyfriend, and whoever came to the door to help. He was in total control of the situation, and that scared her.

"What do you want?" she asked, biting her lip to fight back tears.

He only smiled and brought his mouth close to her ear. "Don't ask questions you already know the answer to."

"No," she breathed as he bit the side of her face. He put a hand on her breast and bit her earlobe, and she yelped both from fear and from pain.

Suddenly the weight on her stomach lightened, and when she looked up, she saw the muzzle of her gun staring back at her.

"Rule number one: the next time you make a sound, I'll give you a real reason to make one."

Olivia closed her mouth, and watched while the man got up from the couch. He began walking over to the kitchen.

"Lewis, please," she pleaded breathlessly, unsure of what else to say, "let's just talk about this-"

She felt the words catch in her throat as he spun around and stuck the muzzle of the gun into her mouth. He began to push it down her throat, and she felt herself begin to choke.

"Rule number two," he said angrily, "don't ever call me Lewis. Lewis was my idiot brother. My name's Stefan, and you will refer to me as such."

Olivia coughed and tried to pull her head away, but he only stuck the gun farther into her throat, so roughly that she felt it cut her tongue and cheeks.

"Lewis was a imbecile," Stefan continued. "He was sloppy, careless, and stupid. And on top of that, he was too cocky. He could never keep his mouth shut about what he did to every Dick and Harry he met, and he was an idiot for it." He pulled the gun out of her mouth, and Olivia spat out the blood from the cuts.

He smirked. "I guess you don't swallow much, do you Detective?"

She felt her cheeks begin to heat up, but she ignored it. She had more important things to worry about than his sexual japes.

"So you were rivals?" she asked. She'd decided that she was going to try to keep him distracted until help arrived. One of Brian's neighbors had to have heard the commotion, right? So if she could just keep him talking until help came, she hoped that it would give her a better shot at staying alive.

"'Were' being the operative word," he answered flatly. "Yes, we were rivals, until you killed him. Isn't that right, Detective Benson?"

"Your brother killed himself," she replied incredulously.

"Maybe," Stefan growled, "or maybe you or one of your buddies offed him and tried to cover it up."

"That's not what happened," she said, shaking her head. "I swear to God, that's not what happened."

"I don't believe in God, Detective," he replied darkly, making his way back to the kitchen, "so, swearing to him isn't proving shit to me."

Stefan opened the fridge and pulled out the cold cuts and the mayonnaise jar.

"But you know what?" he asked. "Honestly, I don't care what your friends did to him. Hell, I'm pretty impressed with it, myself. No one's ever killed a Maxfield before."

Stefan looked up, hoping to see Olivia's reaction as he spread the mayo onto a slice of bread. Seeing the shock on her face, he laughed as he finished assembling his sandwich. He took a bite, smiling mockingly. "You seriously didn't think that our surname was actually Lewis did you?" he guffawed through a mouthful of sandwich. "William was dumb, but he wasn't that dumb. He would've had to have been batshit insane for him to keep the Maxfield name if he wanted to stay alive." Stefan shook his head as he took another bite, watching her reaction carefully. "You do know about the Maxfield family, don't you Detective?"

Olivia stared at Stefan in confusion as she tried to remember the name.

Maxfield...Maxfield...why does that sound so familiar?

"Oh, come on, Detective," Stefan mocked, "you need to brush up a little on your Maxfield's were responsible for the most notorious murderous-rampage of the entire north side of the country." He finished off his sandwich and grinned at the memory of his family's dark past. "Boy, did our father have fun back in his days. What I would do to go back in time and witness all of those killings one by one." Stefan smiled and licked the mayo from his fingers, deep in thought.

"48 women," Olivia mumbled, the memory suddenly coming back.

"Hm?" he asked. "Speak up, Detective."

"Your family killed 48 women," she repeated, louder and more aggressively than she intended.

"No, the police found 48 women." Stefan began to put the sandwich supplies away, the pride still shining in his face. "My dad bragged about killing hundreds of em'. And that's not including my uncles and my grandfather." He paused, his face suddenly darkening. "My brother and I tried to follow in his footsteps after the rest of our family was sentenced to life in prison, but like I said before, William was sloppy. He never listened to any of my advice, even though I'm the older twin. Of course I was the wiser one, but William couldn't handle the that. He had to always do the exact opposite as me, just out of spite, because he refused to believe that I was better than him. When I traveled South, he traveled North. When I went left, he went right." He paused again, this time turning his attention to Olivia. A new aggressiveness shone in his eyes. "That is, until he came across you.

"Suddenly, when he met you, all bets were off. He didn't give a shit about getting caught anymore, and all he talked about was how you would be his grande finale. But then he got himself killed, and his work was left unfinished." Stefan shook his head. "You must understand, Detective, the Maxfields don't leave any loose ends. We made a promise to our father that if we were to go down, we'd take our victims down with us, so there would be nothing left to discuss." Stefan cocked his head, staring at Olivia intently. "Unfortunately, you were left as a loose end."

"Is that why you're here, then?" Olivia asked, her heart sinking. "Are you here to finish the job?"

"In a way, yes," he replied. An eager look suddenly came across his face, as if he'd remembered something important. "Did you know that my idiot brother kept a diary about you?"

Stefan walked over to the other side of the couch and picked up a black book bag. He slowly unzipped the front zipper and pulled out a black leather journal, lifting it up for Olivia to see.

"It was both the smartest and the dumbest thing he's ever done," Stefan laughed. "I think William may have known more about you than you know about yourself. Everyone you've ever talked to, every coffee shop and superstore you've ever stopped at, every single thing that makes you tick, is right in this journal." He tapped his finger against the leather, as if to emphasize his point. "It's like he left an instruction manual for me to finish the job," Stefan smiled as he began to flip through the pages. "The only thing is, I've never been a big fan of having to finish off my brother's dirty work." He closed the journal and gave Olivia an evil smile. "So yes, I'm here to finish the job. But this time, we're going to have to start from the very beginning."