It’s quiet. Like an impending storm is brewing in the distance and when it arrives, it’ll destroy everything in its path.

There’s tension. In the air, between Roman and I, surrounding the car as we drive home. It’s suffocating and uncomfortable. But neither of us do anything to alleviate the tension. We just sit in it, Melissa’s warning ringing loudly in our ears.

I trust Melissa’s word, she doesn’t bullshit our sugarcoat anything. I need to be prepared.

No. More than that. I need to put an end to this now. I won’t be the damsel in the story that gets captured and waits for a savior. I was writing my own story before Roman came along.

Now my life feels like it’s under this man’s control. What he says goes. He’s made me a killer. He’s stained my hands.

But he’s also given me the most important person in my life. Noé. And I’m grateful for that. She showed me just how strong I am. She taught me to survive and defend myself. Gave me confidence and courage.

I won’t be the helpless flower waiting to be plucked.

I’m going to be Snow. Unassuming. Cold and intentional. Secretly deadly.

“I’ll talk to Reuben and we’ll increase security. You don’t have to be worried.” Roman’s smooth calm voice cuts through the silence as he parks in the driveway.

Worried. The old Winter would be worried. She would make a plan to run away and hide. But I’m different now. Worry is nowhere near the emotions I’m feeling.

Disrespected. Angry. Fuming. Irritated.

“Are you alright?” Roman’s concern only heightens my frustration. But my face remains cool and calculated, not betraying any emotion. The storm is raging closer but I stay cold as snow. with a simple nod, I get out of the car and go inside. I feel his eyes on me but I don’t look back. My focus is reserved for one person and ensuring his blood is on my hands and not the other way around.

If Travis is coming for me, I’ll get to him first. Now. While he’s still relishing in his temporary power.

“Hey, how’d it go?” Noé eats her ice cream s as she watches TV, not bothering to look away from her movie.

“It was interesting.” I’ll need guns, knives, and anything else to be prepared for a fight.

“Interesting? Please don’t tell me you and Roman started going at it again.” Noé finally looks up, pausing her movie with a slow frown creeping onto her face.

“What’s wrong?” She’ll just try to talk me out of this.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me Winter. Or should I say Snow? Because you look like you’re about to kill somebody.” Noé puts down her ice cream, getting up and following me to my room. I strip out of my clothes and begin heading towards my bathroom.

“Damn it, don't ignore me either. What the hell is wrong, Winter?” She grabs my arm and I quickly whip around, staring into her concerned eyes. I can’t tell her, she’d interfere and I could never forgive myself.

“Nothing is wrong Noé.” She crosses her arms, pushing up her breast in her red sports bra. Her perfectly toned tummy and abs on full display. The small shorts she’s wearing barely cover her plump round ass, her curvy hips and juicy thighs teasing whoever lays eyes on her. The delicate art decorating her skin enhances her beauty, making her an effortlessly beautiful portrait.

Her gorgeous eyes hold accusations noting my lie easily, refusing to back down.

“If you lie to me again I swear I’ll-”

“You want to know the fucking problem!” I can’t tell her. Her eyes widen briefly at my outburst but she nods regardless, ready to perform any task I ask of her. I won’t let her interfere. I’ll protect Noé with my life.

“Yes, what’s wrong with you?”

“You’re what’s wrong with me.” I need to distract her.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I move forward, grabbing Noé’s hips, a smirk settling in my face making her worry transform into an eye roll.

“How the hell am I supposed to respect you and your relationship with Emily while you're walking around like this?” My fingers travel across her torso as she shakes her head. I leave wet kisses on her neck as she sighs, tilting her head, and wrapping her arms around me.

“You’re trying to distract me” I nod, nipping at her neck making her sigh.

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“Yes, so let me distract you.” Connecting our lips, her moans fill my mouth as I move her from the wall to my bed. We strip out of our clothes, ready to use each other for our own selfish reasons, when her phone goes off next to us. Noé groans, reaching over to grab the device as I kiss down her body, flicking her nipple with my tongue. She gasps, mushing my head as she answers.

“Hello…yes sir…okay…I’ll be there soon.” Noé hangs up with a sigh as I kiss up her body.

“Duty calls?” She hums a yes, connecting our lips again in a slow sloppy kiss that holds nothing but dirty promises.

“Rain check.” I nod, rolling off of her as she gets up.

“We’ll finish our talk and sex later.” She says and I nod in agreement. Hopefully I’ll have dealt with Travis by then.

“Stay safe.” She leaves and I sigh, lying in bed for a minute before getting up and going to the shower. Travis is usually at the club late Friday nights, that’s where I’ll look first.

I change into short ripped shorts, long tights that come up to my mid-thigh, a loose tank top and an oversized army green jacket that goes down to my thighs. I slip on my leather boots and load myself up with 2 guns with silencers, 3 knives, and a dagger, just in case.

I wait around in my room for Noé to leave, making a rough plan in my head. I won’t prolong anything. I’ll just get in, kill Travis, and leave. I’ll be as unsuspecting as possible.

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I slip through the back door of the club, making it a point to avoid security. For such a “high-end” place, their security sucks. Sitting at the bar and I order a drink trying to look as inconspicuous as possible.

I stand out among the women dressed in skimpy glittering dresses and the men in their designer clothes and suits. This is one of Travis’ favorite places to sell drugs and pick up lonely women.

I know he’s around here somewhere. Casually facing the crowd my sets scan the dark room and flashing lights. They drift upwards to VIP in the balcony and that’s where I see him. He’s clearly intoxicated, drunk definitely, probably high too.

Travis taps up some woman who looks disinterested and partially amused. That’s not his usual crowd. They look more upper class than anyone here. Like the owners of the place. Not someone a low dope boy would usually be able to mingle with.

They look like money and Travis isn’t that, or perhaps he is after selling me and killing his best friend. Either way it doesn’t matter, my plan doesn’t change. This asshole it’s going around looking for me, so I’ll do him the favor. Should I coax him down here amongst the crowd or take my chances in VIP with his new mysterious friends?

Downing my drink I turn back to the bar, ordering another before setting my eyes on Travis’ back. My glare is heated, pressurizing and I know it won’t be long until he reports my stare. 3 songs past and the club seems to just be getting started when Travis begins to fidget. I’m on my 4th drink when he finally turns around, leaning over the edge of the balcony.

He scans the crowd, nursing his own liquor in a glass as his eyes finally find mine. A sadistic smirk slowly spreads across his face as his eyes do their best to pierce my soul. Pathetic. He’s never struck fear into my heart, maybe nervousness and caution but never fear. And now all I feel when I see him is anger, fury, rage at the asshole that sold me. Gave my life away like a cheap handbag barely worth a penny.

Another guy comes to stand next to him. Handsome, eyes low and hooded, his black clothes clinging to his body. His curls rest on his forehead tempting me to mess it up further. He looks like the epitome of a drummer, sexy, grungy, a bad boy who leaves you feeling high. Captivates your senses and attention. He’s as sexy as Noé, not my type but utterly fucking divine.

I tear my eyes away from the mystery man, looking at Travis again. I don’t make a motion to coax Travis down. I don’t have to. Even from here I can sense that burning obsession he has for me. That desire to capture me and hold me as his shines brighter than the LED lights of the club. He keeps his eyes on me as he leaves the VIP section. His eyes only leave me as he reaches the floor and travels through the crowd.

I glance back at his friend who’s now watching me with a soul searching party dropping gaze. He’s powerful, that much is obvious, his appearance captivates the attention of the club. The woman next to me at the bar is doing nothing but fawning and drooling, ready to sell their soul to this…Milo, I think they said.

His eyes don’t wander to anyone but me, stirring the desire to forget Travis and walk to him instead. The trance is broken as Travis settles next to me, drugs and alcohol rolling off of him in pungent waves. He’s unnecessarily close and I can tell he’s high enough to barely function.

“You finally came back to your rightful owner.” Travis’s loud slur has the women around him looking at him in disgust before leaving me alone to deal with the pervert.

Aren’t women supposed to stick together?

“I heard you’ve been looking for me.” He throws his head back in a laugh, reading forward and running his dirty hands down my face.

“Yeah I fucking missed you stupid. I’ve been dying to get a taste of that pussy. I was nice but now I’m just ready to take that shit.” Travis leans forward, resting his drunk weight on me and I laugh, slipping my knife into my hand. Travis kisses and sucks at my ear, distracted as he drunkenly murmurs all the disgusting vile things he has planned for me.

“I’m going to fuck you so much everyone will know that you belong to me.” Travis suddenly growls as his bulge pokes against my leg, pulling me out of my seat and into the thick buzzing crowd. I move to walk in front of him, seemingly eager, as I skip the knife into my hand. I turn around, abruptly stopping, sending his chest colliding right into the awaiting blade. His eyes widen and he grabs my hips in a bruising hold as a last act of desperation. But it’s too late.

Blood seeps from his mouth as I twist the blade into his heart, and push him away. The lively intoxicated crowd continues to party, unaware or uncaring about the dead man bleeding out at their feet. I smirk, eyeing the weight of my past finally gone, turning to leave when a pair of hooded eyes momentarily lock me in place.

The guy from earlier had a small devious smirk on his face like he knows my biggest secret. There’s no doubt that he saw me which means it’s time for me to get my ass out of here. He takes a single step and I snap out of his trance once again, and speed walk towards the door.

I don’t know if he’s following and I don’t look back to find out. In the darkness I can tell that he’s dangerous, deadly and not someone to fuck with. Because he fit into the lack of light perfectly.

I feel like I just traded one target for a bigger one.