Lila stood in the doorway, face tight and lips pressed firmly into a thin line as her eyes flicked from me to the book in my hand. Apart from my wildly beating heart, there was no inkling of guilt or surprise on my face. I had expected her to stay behind, especially since she wanted someone with me at all times.

Little baby Warwick had probably gone and cried to her, telling mummy dearest what a big meanie I was.

Wanker.

I held up the book, gesturing to it. "I'm looking at baby photos of me...Dad said he still had them and I wanted to look at them to make my own scrapbook."

She narrowed her eyes at me, pausing for a moment as she mulled things over. I raised a brow, my face a mask of innocence.

"Did you forget something?"

Lila's mouth opened, closed, then she nodded slowly. "Well-yes, my keys."

I shut the book, placing it back into the shelf. "Doesn't William drive you around?"

A slight darkening of her cheeks was the only thing that alerted me to her embarrassment. I shrugged a shoulder, walking past her and patting her shoulder. "I don't need to be watched constantly, mom. I'm a big girl now."

I chuckled lightly, walking down the hall as I heard the angry click of her heels storming out the door.

Once these photos were sent to Gervais, I could go home.

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To be honest, it had been faster than expected. I didn't think Drake would just let me into his study- but it turns out a person's guilt can be stronger than any other emotion- especially if they haven't received any sort of forgiveness.

From the victim or themselves.

It was hitting twelve when I stopped messaging Gervais, and answering a few of his lingering questions, so I decided to just sleep. I could go home in the morning, and they wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

That sweet oblivion tempted my eyelids, until I heard a shuffling at my door. A shadow flicked across my floor and my fists clenched under the duvet, quietly sliding the pen off the bed stand.

The door handle twisted gently, slowly opening the door as I kept my eyes nearly shut. My heart was beating out of my chest, and I fought the urge to scream, waiting to see what the person would do to me.

A hand came on the pillow next to my face, another slowly pulling my blanket down, and a chill went over my skin.

"You don't fucking mess with me, you little mongrel whore" Warwick hissed lowly, thinking I was still asleep.

Anger surged through me as his hand came onto my throat, and I opened my eyes, snarling with a rage that resounded in every part of my mind.

Darkness and red tinged vision snapped into place and I jumped, bringing my other hand behind his head and flipping us over, trapping his arms underneath my thighs as I straddled him. His eyes were wide as he fought against me, but I pressed the pen into his throat, leaning down so my breath hit his face.

"Were you going to rape me?" I whispered, voice so low, so quiet, it was like I had transcended anger.

When really, I was just drowning in it.

He shook his head crazily, afraid of the look in my eye and the pen that was pressed hard against his throat.

I growled, pushing it harder and smiling when he cried out from under my palm. "Don't lie to me big boy, I told you that you wouldn't like this side of me."

He stayed completely still for the longest minute, weighing his options. If he screamed- I would kill him. If he said yes- I would probably still kill him.

I was tired of being touched without my consent. But there were more people involved now, more people who could go down if I killed this piss-rag of a man and made the world a better place.

"Y-yes. B-b-but your m-mother told me you're a d-deep s-sleeper!"

My head tilted to the side, as something black in me unfurled, winding around my humanity and hiding it away. That wasn't unexpected. "Is that meant to atone for what you were about to do? Involving my mother meant you would get away, unscathed?"

He shook beneath me, resuming his struggling. I bared my teeth then brought my fist back and punched him square in the face, putting enough force behind it to knock him out cold.

Then, I slipped off his unconscious body, pulling on a pair of pants and a hoodie, then grabbing my gun. Knives were still my favourite, but some nights...You wanted firepower.

And I wanted blood.

The halls were dark as I walked through the mansion, spinning the gun around deftly as I found their room. There was no room for waiting tonight.

I stalked in, flicking on the lights and standing at the foot of their bed, gun poised with the safety off. Drake and Lila woke instantly, bleary eyes quickly focusing as they saw me like a grim reaper waiting at the end of their bed.

"Corin? What's going on?" Drake exclaimed, sitting up quickly before raising his hands when I pointed the gun at him.

"Put that stupid gun away Corin, before you hurt somebody." Lila harped, underestimating me and thinking she still had the upper hand. Only rich people, I swear to god.

"Fuck up Lila. I'm the angry one with the gun, and you're the one that almost had me raped tonight."

Drake gasped next to me, looking at his wife. "What?!"

I shrugged, staring at Lila, who had her eyes trained on me. "You've got to be kidding me dear, you must be imagining things-"

"I said, shut the fuck up." I stepped closer, wanting with every bit of my soul just to shoot her in the middle of her huge forehead and be done with them both.

"Listen to me. I know everything that you both have done. Drug cartels, illegal weapons, a prostitution ring and even some human trafficking." I pulled the other gun out of my waistband, squaring it at Drake, who paled underneath the barrel.

"I have evidence of every single payout, every single deal and every single person you have hurt. And tonight, you proved to me that you haven't changed a bit and are even lower than I thought you to be."

I took the safety off the other gun, exhaling an edge. "I want to kill you both. But I'm not. And you're going to leave me and my family the fuck alone because I will not hesitate to share everything you have done with the world and the very people you have wronged. You will never participate in anything like you have in the past, ever again, and you will provide compensation to the families you have affected." I stepped onto the bed, pushing the barrel of the guns against their foreheads.

"If you don't- I'll share everything, and come back. And I will make you wish you had never laid eyes on me on that day in the adoption center as I tear your skin off and feed you to rabid dogs."

They both gulped.

I got off the bed, leveling them with my glare. "You even think about touching my family...." My words trailed off, and I knew they saw the murderous intent in my eyes.

It was easy to see.

I turned around, knowing they were too chicken to pull out their own guns. "I will know if you try something again. And I'll be back. To remind you of why you should fear me."

And when I walked away, there was nothing but triumph in my heart.

Because, in the future, they wouldn't let a hair out of place.

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