White smoke curled upward. Birds scattered into the sky. Amused, I watched as her beauty melted away.
I had promised my sister that I'd make them all pay.
Tonight was only the beginning.
I even called Hendrix on video again, training the camera on Cassidy's twisted, terrified face.
"Your dog has been biting people outside," I intoned coldly. "If you won't control her, I'll do it for you."
Ten minutes later, Hendrix arrived with fifty men and encircled me. He stepped forward, drew a pistol from his waist, leveled it at my forehead and squeezed the trigger as if testing whether I would flinch. His voice was a cold blade.
"Vienna, you've gone too far."
"Who let you touch Cassidy? You want to die?" he snarled.
On the ground, Cassidy writhed in agony and screamed, "Hendrix, kill this madwoman! Avenge me!"
By the time her cry finished, the tip of my blade was already pressed to her belly.
"Long time no see, Hendrix." I smirked. "If you want revenge, come and take it. But you know what I'll do. If you fire that gun, I promise this bitch will die faster than I will."
I pressed harder with the blade, cutting Cassidy's skin. Blood stained her white dress. Her scream split the air.