DARK AND DEADLY TIES
CHAPTER 3
The moment of death,
as the end of history,
from a different meaning to what preceded it.
POV Unknown
- Listen, I don't know who you are and what you want from me! I just know you have to leave me alone! I wonder why you are threatening me?! Didn't you just kill all those women? Just leave me alone! -
That little girl almost made me feel guilty, she was arrogant just like all the women I killed. Women journalists, all weak and heartless, ready to ruin other people's lives. Among those people whose lives were ruined by the newspaper was my mother, accused only for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. She had killed herself, not bearing the burden of being considered a murderer by all, losing her job and even all that little she had. The newspapers had called it an ACCIDENT. Hell, they'd pay with their lives for that disrespect.. they would have paid dearly, not only with suffering, but with death.
Someone knocked on the door, blocking those thoughts, I decided to pause my plan a little.
Come on! - I answered, letting a woman into the room.
Sir, there's a girl who says she wants to see you... she says it's urgent! -
Sure Violet, let her in! -
The woman went out, letting in her place a young woman with Italian traits. She had a curvy body and the curves were just right, her blond hair fell on her shoulders and blue eyes, which conveyed so much arrogance. I knew right away that I had found my next victim. I closed the door, and after retrieving my notebook, I tried to ask her about it.
- So, Miss, what's your name and where is it from? -
- My name is Daphne, I was born in Rome and I recently moved to this country. I came here because I had an accident and, from that moment, I suffer from numerous panic attacks... I would like to know what I can do to manage them -
- Do your family members know about these panic attacks? -
- No they don't know... I moved to look for my sister Alyssa... she works here! -
Those words made me angry and nervous, that Daphne was the sister of that little girl who killed my mother. It was time to take something away from the stupid reporter, I would kill that young woman, and then I would finish my revenge.
I took a rope from the desk drawer and, after I got behind the girl, I killed her. I tried to make it look like an accident, injected her with a drug, and shortly after, I sent my secretary home under a pretext and drove her to the park. There was no one, and that made things easier for me, no witnesses, little evidence.
