Three For A Wedding

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

I stood there and looked up at the building which presented itself, I just stayed there for a while and stared at it whilst angry thoughts rushed through my head at a great speed. I wanted to teach that ungrateful little bint a lesson, I wanted to kick the s**t out of her until she breathed no more. I sighed and looked down at the newspaper in which I held in my hand, open to the page which had angered me so, it was the last straw.

Her face smiled back at me in black and white, taunting me. I hated her, hated her so much. She was stood facing him in the picture, he was just as bad, an interfering no good little i***t, I couldn’t believe he was back in her life, I’d managed to put a wedge between them all those years ago, and now he was back, and now this. She had her arms around his neck as they smiled at each other, unaware of the photographer taking the photo. On her left ring finger was a diamond ring, a massive diamond ring. What a way for a mother to find out that her daughter was engaged. This was the final nail in her coffin.

I sighed deeply, there was about to be a lot of planning ahead of me, and I knew this would take a lot of time, but I always got what I wanted, and it wasn’t about to stop now. I already had the fake passports ready for my sister and me, once this was done we could go anywhere we wanted and no one would be any wiser to it. I had already contacted my associate and hired him for the first one, which he was already in the process of sorting as I stood here. I had told him that if this one went to plan, then he would be getting a lot more in time to deal with for me. He was also very happy with what I was willing to pay him. Any man can be brought at the correct price.

I took a deep breath and smirked before throwing the newspaper into the bin where it belonged and walking into the main gates of HMP Whitemoor. The smell of fried chicken filled the air as I walked through the door, it was a foul smell and it quickly filled my nostrils and hit the back of my throat making me gag and want to throw up. I took in a deep breath and tried to block the smell from my mind, before carrying on forward to the main desk.

I was here today to see someone who had also been wronged by the little b***h. He had also seen the paper about the upcoming nuptial’s and had sent a letter to me requesting that I come and meet with him via his lawyer. He said he knew the truth behind what I had done all those years ago and wanted to discuss finishing them all off. I had frowned when the lawyer had delivered the note to me and nearly told him where to go when I had remembered where I had seen the name before. He was the one who had tried to put her in her place, as per usual though, she ignored the sound advice she had been given, meaning he had taken it into his own hands to try and take her out for her disobedience.

A man approaches me, bringing me away from my thoughts with a handsome smile. I smile back at him as I put my arms out and he begins to pat me down.

“Who are you here to see?” The man asks as he continues to check me over.

“Wayne Johnson,” I replied. “His Lawyer has said he wished to speak with me.”

“I shall go and make sure someone gets him ready for you, if you could please just fill in the visitor's book and leave your handbag in one of the safes over there please and then I will get someone to take you down.” The man tells me, I do as I am asked and by the time I have finished another prison officer is waiting to take me through.

“Ok, Ms Montage, if you would like to follow me, I will take you through now.” The second man said with a smile.

“Please,” I said with a smirk as he led me through the security doors. “Call me Cecelia.”