Fatal Attraction (Love Kills Duet #2)

45. Epilogue Part 1

Epilogue: Part 1

Karl

6 months later

12 hours before Percious Welch’s trial

“Are we clear?” I asked the overnight guard, who just so happens to be a close friend of mine, and whose fingers were busily typing away, working on hacking through the prison security cameras.

“Just a few more seconds,” he gruffly replied. “Once I’m in, I’ll only be able to trick the cameras for about two minutes—three at most—before the system will detect the hack and trigger the emergency lockdown.”

Shit.

It wasn’t enough time, but I’d have to make it work as best as I could.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I could hear the hesitation in his tone. “You know what will happen if you get caught.”

I thought carefully about the remark, thinking of Delilah Fields, Amber and Daniel Strickland, Blaire Halloway, Felix McMann, Peter Welch, and most importantly, Charlotte Greene and Kate Seigler. Everyone on that list, including myself, had been either hurt or killed by this monstrous fuck’s hands. His trial was bright and early tomorrow morning and as dangerous as it was, I couldn’t let it proceed, not with Charlotte being so close to going into labor. I’d failed her as a husband, but the least I could do for her now was spare her all the stress and heartache by having to take the stand .

And besides, there was only one true person who could inflict the proper judgment against Percious, and that was God himself.

As for me, well…

I was just setting up the appointment.

“I don’t have a choice.”

He frowned at me, thankfully opting not to speak whatever else was on his mind.

“Are you ready?” he asked after a moment.

I took a quick second to set the timer on my digital watch for two minutes, nodding when I was done.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“Good, because I’m in. Your time starts now. ”

I clicked the button on my watch and took off like a shooting bullet down the isolated wing, trying to keep my footfalls quiet so I wouldn’t wake the other inmates on the floor. Percious Welch’s room was at the end of the hall, on the right. When I made it there, I waited three seconds before the black device by the door chirped and the light above it flashed green, permitting me to enter.

I rushed inside, finding Percious scrambling out of bed in an orange inmate suit, rubbing tiredly at his swollen, battered and bloodshot eyes, half asleep and demanding to know what the fuck was going on. The other inmates favored beating the dogshit out of him at any given chance, which was actually what ended him here in the isolation wing to begin with. I’d called this whole plan off months ago because of it, but after receiving a phone call from my favorite prison guard and receiving word that Percious had been viciously attacked by a prison gang earlier this morning and had just been released from the infirmary, I knew this was the best and only shot I had.

I didn’t give the mother fucker time to get a good look at me before I charged, kicking the bastard hard enough in the chest to send him flying in a backwards somersault across the floor, his back smacking hard against the concrete wall.

I was on him in an instant, pummeling him with my gloved right fist until my knuckles were busted under the leather. He groaned miserably, but it was the only sound he made before his head bashing furiously against the wall forced him into silence.

“That’s for Delilah Fields.”

I hit him again, and his head knocked back, but I grabbed it and then inflicted a lethal knee under his chin which sent his body collapsing to the floor.

“That’s for Amber and Daniel Strickland.”

I kicked him in the stomach, twice. “That’s for killing Blaire and for fucking framing me.”

He remained on the floor, mute and immobile, and in a burst of fury, I marched over to his bed and snatched off the sheets, rolling and forming them into a noose.

A glance at my watch told me I didn’t have much time left—just a little over a minute—so as fast as fucking possible, I wrapped the noose tightly around his jugular and then quickly extended the rest of the fabric, pulling it through bars above the only window in the room. He was already choking well before his body was yanked up and held firmly against the wall.

“And this, you sick fuck,” I growled as I finished tying the knot at the shortest possible end. “ This is for Charlotte and Kate. ”

I stepped back and watched as the bastard choked, far too weak for his arms to reach up and grab the noose. I didn’t move again until finally, the last bit of fight he had left in him vanished.

“Rot in Hell, mother fucker.”

A warning beep from my watch let me know I had one minute left to clear the building before the emergency lockdown was initiated, so I opened the door, slamming it closed as I ran for it, straight down the hall. I could see the prison guard in a panic, one hand waving frantically at me to hurry while his eyes were padlocked on the computer.

I rushed by him with barely thirty seconds left on the clock and didn’t stop running until I’d dashed out of the emergency exit and made it safely to my car, burning rubber out of the parking lot with a wicked grin spread across my face.