Ice Cold Heart: He Made Her

Chapter 3: Beauty in Red

You know that feeling like a hard stone has been lifted in your heart.

The hate, love, guilt, and pretense have been lifted.

Pretense, I doubt because I think I really had feelings for her, but hatred and revenge were dominant and overcame me.

But what is the use of loving the women you were using as vengeance, what is the use of loving an already dead woman?

Now, I am driving back to the scene.

Before I step inside, I draw a long sigh as the memories come back to me.

Flashbacks of her smile, laughter, and especially her beautiful face.

I shake my head to snap back to reality when my phone starts ringing.

I fish it out of my pocket and glance at the caller ID.

"Yes."

"Is it done?" the caller asks

I had the feeling that I was being watched.

"Yes, it's done ... time for the next step. "

"You're right. We have to be fast. These vultures are watching.... if necessary, we can eliminate them all."

"So what's the next step?"

"No rush as promised I will deliver."

"Okay, let me wrap this up. I will come and find you,"

I dropped the call.

"Boss, what to do with these ashes?"

"Put them in my special space."

I dial another line and report the same message.

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CALL

"It's done," and the person turns to look back at the towering figure, but she is welcomed by a strong built frame facing the window.

"The woman is she dead?"

"Sir, all the family members are.... dead"

She didn't know which woman the man was referring to. So she just reported the information as it was reported to her.

The man dismissed her, and he turned to sit down after the woman closed the door behind her.

He grabs the cigar with his long white fingers, he lights it, and plays with it for a few seconds before he brings it to his lips.

He takes a long drag off the cigar and puffs it all over his face, letting the smoke linger in his face and in the air.

DIFFERENT LOCATION

You can hear the sound of waves splashing and the voices of people talking, not one, not two, but many voices of grown men talking in excitement.

The sounds are so disturbing that they wake a man from his slumber.

He grabs something to cover up his upper body before ascending the stairs until he arrives at the scene.

"What the heck is this all noise about and what is going on?"

He is so annoyed to be woken up from the sleep that he roars, and every man in the scene flinches and at the same time makes way for him.

In the middle lay a female drenched in water hair sticking to her face, covering half of it.

Clothes sticking to her frame like a second skin, but the shocking thing is the clothes that are covered in blood.

"What's going on?"

Eyes widen, shock written all over the man's face.

He asks again as he turns to look at the faces of all the men present, demanding answers.

"Sir, we were fishing as usual until we saw something floating. We thought it was something useful, but to our surprise, it was a woman."

One of the men explained.

The man redirected his eyes to the woman on the ground, who was all wet with blood, her clothes red.

"Is she a... alive"

"We are not certain."

"Carry her to the basement. There is are medical kit there."

All males stumbled over each other, carrying the woman to the basement, leaving Victor sighing over nothing as he couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility to protect the woman just now when he himself needed saving.

He sighs and descends the stairs, hoping the woman is alive.

When he arrives, the males have already prepared the necessities.

Victor washed his hands and approached the woman, lifting her clothes.

Second time eyes widen fi..five knife wounds plus two gunshot wounds.

This is beyond his expectation, and the other man looks at each in utter shock.

He places his two index fingers on her nose to feel her breath, and it is there, but barely it is short and shallow.