Song - Fighter, Christina Aguilera

It took a few days to be fully set up to where I was confident to hit the proverbial go button on my plan. With Jasper cross-checking everything on the list and ensuring I'd ticked everything off, I took a deep breath and wiped Noah's bank account clean. I took everything. Now, it was sitting in an account for a bank that was far away from here.

Would he notice? I had no idea. Noah created the account when we purchased the house. The mortgage payments would be taken from it, and we equally contributed to the funds that went into the account. So, I guess that half of the money was mine. Technically, half the house was mine as well, but I doubted that I could rise from the dead to claim it. Instead of my share of the house, I would keep everything in the account, which was surprisingly a lot.

It was strange, but there were regular deposits into it, the last being his wages yesterday. Stranger yet, there were no withdrawals. I never paid attention to it. Noah said there was enough to cover the payments so long as we kept adding to it.

As I flicked through the list of deposits, I saw my wages were also added. I couldn't say anything. The dead don't talk, and they certainly don't ring their boss to tell them to put a hold on their payments. As for future payments and the final payment when I was officially declared dead by the police, that would be a problem. I didn't want Noah to get his hands on it. So, I guess I'd have to get another burner phone and see if I could break into the account again.

"Okay, do your magic."

Jasper took the phone and cleaned the phone of all details, reset the phone, and then pulled it apart. Parts of it would be dumped in the trash here, others in various locations around the city. This was their thing. I wasn't going to alter how they dumped a phone.

"Alright, let's get going."

Climbing on the back of the bike, I pulled the newest addition to my life onto my head—a helmet of my own. We were on our way to an empty car park where I was getting yet another lesson on riding a motorcycle. Roman made Jasper learn, but he liked his scooter, so the complaints were loud. It was made clear that while I was on my revenge rampage, his scooter was banned from being used. Getaways had to be fast. So, Jas was using his motorcycle.

Like Roman, we were decked out in a black-on-black combination that offered no information about who we were. Plates were covered, and a labyrinth of back streets was used to avoid detection.

When we turned a corner, I was faced with the courtyard in front of the museum. The exterior lights lit up the sign for the latest exhibit, something that Jas and I had worked on for many hours to prepare for opening day. That had passed, and thanks to my ex-husband, I missed out on a career-defining moment. Jas said I didn't miss much, but that wasn't the point.

But the subject of work was another conversation that happened a few nights ago. Apparently, when someone doesn't turn up to work, people start to get worried. Noah told them I was sick with a contagious virus, and Jas said that our idiot boss bought the lie. So, for the time being, I still had a job. It didn't matter, but at least it was there.

In addition to riding lessons and trying to ignore that I'd essentially lost my job, I was also spending a lot of time in the gym. The treadmill was a constant in my life now. Added to that was weight training. Roman had taken over my workouts, ensuring I did everything in his plan. While Jas was at work and not hogging the equipment, I had free reign, and demands were made. No playtime if I didn't give the treadmill a thrashing. If I wanted to take down hunters, I had to be ready. So, now I have muscles. They were small and only the beginning of what they could be, but they were definitely there.

With a few more turns, Jasper pulled into the car park. Roman was waiting in the shadows, and the only thing that gave him away was the glow of his phone.

His gaze lifted, and he raised the visor.

"Apparently, someone sent black roses to the office of Wyatt and Jordan. Interesting, don't you agree?"

I shrugged, offering nothing.

"Must have cost a fortune. Especially to do so without leaving any sender details."

It did.

"Do I need to keep an eye on you?"

I shook my head.

"Good because riding lessons are off for tonight. One of our little darlings is having dinner with her parents, and the spies have stated that she will usually part ways with them before going home."

"And?"

Roman pointed to the street opposite the car park.

"She will cross this car park and walk down that street. Her apartment building is at the far end."

I turned and looked at the inky darkness.

"Surely she won't walk down it."

"She will because I've taken out the lights in the other streets. That lonely light at the end of the street will be her beacon. Hide in the right place, and the foolish one will be easily removed."

"Cameras?"

"Already taken out. Thank you, Roman."

"Yeah, I'll thank you later."

"Sounds wonderful." He murmured, sounding almost disinterested.

It was odd for Roman. He seemed obsessed, taking all opportunities for a bit of fun under the sheets. Or the lounge. Shower. Kitchen counter. Dark alley. Roman struggled to keep his pants on. To hear disinterest in an offer had me wondering if something was on his mind.

"What happened to removing both of them in one night?"

"I don't have any intel on number two at the moment. Plus, I suggested a third, and we're not getting any bites on that one either."

His gaze lifted from his phone, looking at me. There was only a sliver of his face on show and not enough to read his mood. Roman was difficult at the best of times. He could be like a closed book, full of tantalising information but offering nothing.

"Time to leave."

The statement made me jump. I'd zoned out, which was not a good thing to do.

"I'll call when she enters the street. Turn down your ringer."

"Sure," Jasper responded.

He waited until Roman was riding away from us before Jasper looked over his shoulder.

"What's got you wound up?"

"Sorry. Not paying attention because I'm overthinking the devious one."

He chuckled.

"Yeah, he'll do that to you. Gets in under your skin and burrows deep. You're addicted, just like me, but it's okay because he'll happily feed that addiction. Ready to take the next step in your revenge rampage?"

"Yep. Let's go because I'm hungry, and apparently, skank is on the menu tonight."

Jasper laughed.

He moved us through the street as quietly as he could before slipping into a loading dock between buildings. It was a light commercial area with a warehouse that spanned the entire length of one side of the street. The other side had a smaller warehouse and a building full of medical offices. No one was here, which was utterly perfect.

Jasper's phone rang. He lifted his helmet enough to answer the call.

"Alone, moving quickly. Keep the line open. I'll let you know if you have company."

"Yep."

Jas turned to me, giving me a nod. Lifting the helmet, I put it on the seat and removed my bag. I'd not told either of them about this part of my plan. It was a long-haul plan, which I hoped worked the way I wanted it to.

The rumble of thunder drew closer, and I could feel the weather turning. Like it flowed through my veins, I knew it was only a matter of minutes before the storm hit.

Moving to the corner, I remained in the small alley and waited. The sound of frantic steps could be heard. Bella passed without looking into the darkness.

"Hey."

She gasped and turned to me as I lifted from the wall.

"Danika?"

The frown filled her face as Bella gripped the jacket tight against her body.

"I thought you were,"

"Dead?" I interrupted. "No, not dead. Does that put a kink in your plans to continue screwing my husband?"

"I, uh,"

Panic filled her face as she watched me move closer. Tears welled in at the edge of her eyelids, threatening to fall. Maybe we could call them crocodile tears because they were a show for me and nothing else.

"Look, I know what it sounds like, but,"

"Sounds?"

I laughed, which seemed to shock her.

"Oh, my dear Bella. Sounds are not what we're talking about here. I don't need to hear anything. I saw it for myself. The night of my birthday, I looked in the window and saw all of you having your dirty little orgy. Did you enjoy my birthday dinner? Did you laugh at me and my naivety?"

"Dani, I swear I,"

"Just stop," I hissed. "Shut your lying mouth and don't say a word. I know everything. I know you're a guild girl. I know my darling husband had me killed. I know about his grand plans for the future. Do you know what he didn't plan for?"

Fearful eyes looked at me as Bella shook her head.

"He didn't plan on me rising from the dead."

Grabbing her by the jacket, I dragged Bella into the darkness. Fangs bared, and I went in for the kill. Her eyes widened, and the struggle began but it was too late. By the time I sank my fangs into her neck, Bella had passed out.

Pinning her to the wall, I drank and enjoyed every single drop I could drag out of her wretched body. Her heart stopped beating, and the pleasure of her death swept through me. With a gasp, I looked up at the sky that had started to rain down on me.

"I swear to God, I'm so turned on right now."

"Asshole." Roman snapped through the phone. "I'm taking her out for the next one."

Turning, I scowled at Jasper. He shrugged with indifference.

Dragging Bella to the end of the alley, I dumped her on the ground and retrieved the camera from my bag.

"What are you doing?"

"Something."

I ensured the bite mark wasn't visible before I took the photo. It was then that I noticed the necklace she was wearing.

"Bitch," I whispered.

Yanking the necklace away from her, I added it to my bag with the cash from her wallet. It wasn't easy with gloves, but I was not taking them off. Not only because of fingerprints but it was cold. Then as a final screw you to Noah, a gift for the police was tucked into Bella's pocket.

With the bag and wallet in the trash, I checked the bite mark that had already subsided. It was Roman and Jasper's number one rule for this crazy mission of mine. Always make sure that the bite marks have healed before dumping the body.

The flash lit up the darkness, but when walls surrounded us, it didn't matter. Pulling the image from the camera, I flicked it until the ghastly image appeared. Satisfied, I stuffed the picture and camera into my bag. With everything done, I lifted her into the air and dumped Bella's body into the industrial bin.

"Like the trash you are."

Returning to the bike, I put the helmet back on and waited.

"Psycho is finished. We're leaving now."

"Good to go."

Ending the call, Jasper put the phone back in his pocket, zipped it up, and dragged the helmet back down. As he moved through the street, I smiled as the realisation came to me. One was dead, and now, I had four more to go. Hopefully, I will get them done before Noah realises that I'm coming for him.