Chapter 67

***Levi.***

Her body jerked uncontrollably a few times, and eventually stilled.

"She's dead." I supplied. He turned to me, horrified.

"And it's on your conscience. You have your finger prints

all over her."

I pulled off my mask and Alan's eyes grew wider.

"Jesus, Levi" He muttered, quietly.

I closed the space between us, sitting on a nearby chair. Alan just stared, his bewilderment,

replaced with fear. He was shaky as he watched me.

"You have a beautiful wife. What were you doing with that?"

I didn't need an answer. I already had my information, before I came all the

way here. Alan lived a double life, just like his wife. They were both

pathetic. All that affection they showed, *bull shit.*

"Why kill her?" He managed, his eyes dancing with fear.

He looked at the gun pointed to his head and swallowed.

"Isn't it obvious? We needed to talk."

"My men"

"All sedated. Had a hell lot of a party this evening.

Celebratory treats, courtesy you."

He stared at me in disbelief. "ButBut I wasn't celebrating

anything"

"You weren't? I thought you just bagged the biggest

investor in your business?" I asked, deviously.

He stared at me confused. Then someone shoved some papers in his face. He perused them.

"That investor, just discreetly bought your production

house and Amanda's business. I know you are equally a signatory to her company.

You are going to append your signature to every fucking document there. Not a

word to Kenya or anyone about this arrangement, and we call it a night. I am

tired and I need to fly back to my wife." I smiled, darkly.

He shakily put down the papers. "But I don't want to sell.

That means you'd own it all" He argued, tentatively.

I rose, closing the

distance.

Lowering myself on my haunches, I pulled out my gun and pointed it to

his chest. My tone, detached.

"One bullet, Alan and I'd own it all anyway."

***Kenya.***

***Wednesday, six days later***

10 am and my body thrummed from jet lag, as we sat in the

car, heading to the beach house in Indian Creek Island, Miami Beach.

I was still fascinated that Levi owned a second beach

house. This one in the infamous 'Miami's Billionaire Bunker.' It was remarkable

how much he had hidden his opulence from the world. Not many people knew this

side to him.

I watched the entire scene, people walking leisurely, not

giving a care in the world. The sun high up, warming everyone. Every person we

passed, looked sun kissed. I envied them, because I loved a good sun. I loved

the beach. It gave me this close proximity to nature. Like I was a nature fairy

or something. I used to play nature fairy as a kid.

"You know, I used to be the nature fairy, when Amanda and I

were kids." I remarked, breaking the stifling silence.

Yes, the silence hadn't lessened. It seemed he was still

harboring that grudge against me or something. I couldn't really tell. Worse,

yesterday, he received documents from Alan and Amanda. He hadn't informed me.

But Amanda had. It seemed it intensified the awkwardness between us.

I wanted the unease gone, but I didn't know what else to

do. Sometimes, we barely said a word or two to each other. My wrist was better

now, and he had asked of it every now and then.

When he came home very late,

he wouldn't even check up on me in our bedroom. I missed the old us.

"Nature fairy. Not the fairy of Trojan horses." He snidely

remarked.

I stilled, turning

to face him. We were both dressed casually. Me in a yellow, short cotton dress,

while he wore a white cotton shirt and blue denims. He looked desirable, except

for that comment. Yep. The one that always accompanied every word I laid at

him.

"Can we please drop that episode. I have tried seeing past

this and yet you just let it hang between us." I was frustrated.

I didn't even know what to do anymore. He smirked.

"Feeling guilty, Baby? Perhaps you still have a lot to

learn about being a cold hearted monster."

"I am no monster, Levi. I only took back my

independence." I argued.

I needed us to see past this. This was getting me

sleepless nights. I needed us.

"The way I deduced it, you must have manipulated every

puppet, until they danced to your tune. What do you call that, a nature fairy?"

He intoned, sarcastically.

I stared at him, shocked. Pain sluiced through my

heart. Tears stung the back of my eyes at his cold statement. I had just shared

an intimate moment with him. A childhood memory and he crushed it beneath his

boots.

"That was cold, Levi. Something precious that mattered to

me. A childhood memory and you just smoldered it beneath your scorn." I sniffed, tears rolling down my eyes. I looked into his eyes, thinking I'd see remorse

there or compassion. Nothing.

"You killed something precious to me. *You*. Welcome to the dirty game, baby." He delivered his words,

tightly, turning to face his computer screen.

Chagrined, I turned to watch as we rode in through the

gates of Indian Creek village.

***Levi***.

I inwardly bit myself for my curtness. But I couldn't help

it.

I still felt betrayed by her. My words moments ago, were true. Kenya killed

something precious to me, once she delved into this game. It was like Belle

over again. And I was struggling to push the thoughts aside. But no matter how

I tried, the disgust I felt, wracked me.

I stole glances at her, as she sat beside me. Hurt by my words and actions. I yearned to hold her and tell her that I was proud that she learned so fast. That she was intelligent. Fighting me back. But I couldn't, because Kenya was supposed to be my light. My guide out of my darkness.