Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

asleep before going to their room and holding them at gunpoint so that they’d
follow me downstairs.”
“Where did you find the gun?”
“It wasn’t mine.” I nodded, understanding it was her friend’s. I didn't
know how I felt about her being friends with hackers who owned guns and
would gladly be complicit to murder, but it would have to wait.
“Once we were downstairs, my friend restrained Harold, he tried to flee
as soon as he saw the mayor and his wife were still in their house and that I
had a gun. My friend didn’t let him, though.” She stopped, breathing softly
against my skin.
“Go on. I want to know the rest.”
“Are you sure, Maddox? I don't think you want to hear how I killed them.”
“I do. I hope those fuckers suffered.” I turned around and grabbed her
around the waist to make her straddle me. A small, unhinged smile appeared
on her face as she looked away, reminiscing. Weirdly, it turned me on.
“Oh, they did. They begged for their lives like pathetic little bitches and
— I had never felt as free as I did watching them laying in a pool of their
own blood with their dead eyes opened wide.”
Maybe that should have made me uncomfortable, to hear how she spoke
of the people she had murdered in cold blood, but it didn’t. If anything, pride
was more akin to what I was feeling looking at her at that moment.
Because Sofia Raymond, Dalia Flores, was a survivor. She survived
seeing her parents die in front of her, she survived years of abuse, she
survived being stripped of her identity and still, after all of that, she not only
evaded her demons, she fucking slaughtered them, too.
Not only that, but she survived while making sure her sister didn’t have to
go through everything she did. And that just made me want to give her the