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"You bloody bitch!" Killian barked when he saw her. His hand with the machete trembled in anticipation of hacking the grin off her face. She saw it, of course, and her smile didn't fade, even widened a little. This one psychopathic bitch.

"Nana well! Is that how you talk to your wife-to-be? Really, Killian. What happened to your manners? You're standing here in front of me, blood-splattered clothes and burning eyes. But you'll get over it in the next few years I still have to practice or I'll never take you to one of my gals!" she purred, wiggling one of her eyebrows teasingly and teasingly. Killian was still trying not to kill her right away, because he needed answers...and he needed to buy time.

How long would it take Spencer to mobilize enough forces? He had said it would be today, around noon today. Damn, what time was it? He glanced at the sky, the sun was not quite at its zenith. "As? How did you do it?", he asked and was honestly interested in an answer. Thomas's betrayal burned so deep in his heart that tears wanted to come again. He still couldn't believe it.

"What? Your eldest and best friend to bang your little bitch? The way you get any man to do anything: I threatened his lover's life, what did you think?"

Her voice was sneering, but that didn't give her an answer. Thomas only really loved one person and still Killian dreamed of the screams in the burning house, while trying with all his might to stop his best friend from running into the flames himself. Both screams had rent the air that night.

“He's dead. Your father burned him alive. His own son."

The relationship Thomas had had with this boy had been a secret, a bitter little secret, the discovery of which had ended in death. Both dead, because something inside Thomas had died that day too. "Yes . My father is a sadist, alone how he freaked out when I told him that my little brother was having an affair with a man. Tze. I've never heard so many rude words out of his mouth. But at first he believed me, when I showed him the little love nest that my stupid brother and... that one," she pointed to Thomas's remains, "chosen to meet secretly."

"You sentenced your own brother to death. You are a monster." She gave a short laugh of amusement and then shrugged.

"Yes, I am. However, my father does not. He didn't have the heart to let his only son die. He may not be as pretty as he used to be and he may never be able to walk again, but... he's alive. If you can call it that." Killian froze. Could that be?

Was he still alive and Viktoria had blackmailed his best friend with him. Such an idiot, Thomas could have come to him! They would have found a way to get him from the clutches of that monster, they would have....Killian saw the grin that still lit up on Viktoria's face. You could never have saved him.

"You're lying." He just knew. This story was just one of Viktoria's intrigues.

"YES. God, YES. I lied. But for a brief moment you believed me and your friend just a little longer." Killian closed his eyes in resignation. His anger at his best friend almost completely evaporated. But only almost eventually did he hurt Samantha.

"Yes. Tragic isn't it? He loves my brother so much even after his death that he would have done anything for him. He didn't want to believe he was dead, I just told him what he wanted to hear. The perfect sad ending to a forbidden love like the one between you and your sister." He just couldn't think of it enough: that bitch!

He would make her suffer, he would make her suffer so much. Not only for what she had done to him, but also what she had done to Thomas.

"But do you know what's the most tragic part of all of this? I wouldn't have cared. Killian, I didn't care if you fuck your sister 'til she can't walk straight or not. You can fuck whoever you want. As long as you do it secretly, but no. You had to make it an open secret, let the rumors run their course and make me look ridiculous!"

Not that she would have cared if she had "In the end, Killian, you alone killed her." That was it. The words that broke the camel's back. He raised the machete, wanting to run towards her and... stopped as the men around Viktoria leveled their guns at him.

"Nana. we both know that these men here have shot you before you can reach me with your hatchet and that would be a shame when you have so many plans for your revenge. Be reasonable.” She was right. He lowered the gun. Still keen to slash her alive. But he didn't stand a chance against four armed men. At least not without a element of surprise.

"You're a monster," repeated he felt for the hundredth time. And as always, she just smiled coolly. "Yes. I know. Thanks, I've been hearing that a lot lately.”

“But not half as smart as you think,” he said as he heard the faint roar of sirens. spencer It was so far.

"Really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and also listening intently. "Yes. Sam's alive and you're going to fail today!" Her grin widened again... and so much more malicious

"Do you think that's your backup coming up? Do you think I didn't know about your little deal with Arnold Spencer? You are so naive. Your incorruptible little cop friend is rotting in some hole right now, what you're hearing is MY police connections."

What? That couldn't be.

"The only one who loses today is you Killian. But don't worry, I'm lenient. If your sister is still alive, I'll let her live. You will watch how it is passed back and forth between my men and from time to time you can run again. How does that sound? Aren't I generous?"

Then he finally swung the machete.