Chapter 3

'It was raining outside, but the air was warm inside.' It was most likely due to the high flame chimney, or was it due to the ongoing conversation? Who knew what was going to happen in the next hour?

"You want me to work for you?"Sarah said sardonically. And then she snickered.

She was seated in a chair in the center of a room furnished entirely with Italian furniture. A glass dining table was surrounded by a swarm of tables. It was, indeed, a dining room. Everything about the place was swanky. There was a massive European-style window that led to a balcony from which one could see the city lights beaming and the giant towers looked like matchboxes from where the place was situated. A polished floor and a large portrait of the man she was speaking with hung on the wall. Everything was kind of posh.

She didn't know what his name was. And she was not going to answer nevertheless. And she will forget about him. That's what she did if she met someone who was all talking but couldn't do something in real life. She didn't like assholes like him. Yes that was what he was.

"You got it right!" With a condescending grin, deep piercing eyes, and an evil spirit, the man standing before her said. He was clearly enjoying the start of the conversation.

'It will be a pleasure to make him suffer' she thought, smirking.

As a mafia consigliere, he believed that anything was possible with gun power. But this was not the case for Sarah. She was above all, with the evil and a strange aura surrounding her she couldn't be defeated so easily by anyone.

"Is it that easy to persuade me?" Sarah asked, lifting an eyebrow.

If he thought she was going to do what he said, he was mistaken because it was difficult to make her do things for anyone.

"Oh come on!" he said as he approached her. Just then did she probably notice he was wearing cheap perfume.

"Oh, no! That smell is heinous! "She said. In disgust, she wrinkled her nose.

The man pointed a gun at her trying to get violent.

"I play with those things all the time" Her remarks were dismissive as she rose from her seat and confronted him directly in his eyes. "They can't hurt me. They are designed to cause you destruction, not me." She asserted him with her finger.

He looked like a deer trapped in headlights, blinded by death's suddenly unseen 35mph approach. He couldn't believe what he was hearing Any other girl must have begged him and accepted his offer. He was well-known for his defiance. Everyone around him was afraid of the consequences. Sarah, on the other hand, was not Any Girl. She was used to dealing with scumbags like him.

"You cannot threaten me. You're fully aware that I'm known as 'The Frozen Night.' No one in this universe has the power to make me do things for f****ers like you." Her grin was as icy and beautiful as frost on a windowpane.

His stomach churned as he looked at her with protruding pupils.

"YOU!" He'd have to use whatever he had in his possession, namely the pistol, to make her kneel before him. He must, without a doubt! His grip on the pistol hardened, and his middle finger was now on the trigger, aiming the gun at her foot. Sarah didn't realize it because she had her back to him. She was staring at the raindrops on the windowpane. The downpour has just stopped and turned into a soft drizzle. Drops of rain hitting the window pane gently.

He was about to pull the trigger when his wife entered the room from the room's only exit.

" Zayden?" When she witnessed her husband attempting to murder Sarah, she cried in shock.

Sarah turned around to take a look at the person who has just yelled so loudly. Her attention was drawn to his hands. 'Oh, it's particularly clear what he was doing!'

'Interesting,' she thought, her lips curling up.

He was now in the presence of his wife. Her emerald green eyes were now locked on his dirty, black ones. She was clenching her little fingers and breathing deeply through her nostrils. Her rosy lips were pressed against each other.

'I guess she didn't know what he did for a living' she thought.

"What were you up to?" She inquired, her gaze focused on the handgun in her husbands hands.

"Honey! I can explain everything. Okay?" He protested nervously.

"No need to tell me anything and I am leaving. I didn't know you did that to people." She said this as she turned abruptly in her red high heels.

He tried to pursue her, but she stopped him with the words, "All has come to an end! All have been ruined by you! Don't expect anything from me now! I don't want you in my life!" She was clearly irritated by his protests as her voice was hoarse.

Sarah could very well be genuinely sorry for his wife as she sat on a sofa by the window in her living room, wondering about Zayden and his wife.

Much of this had happened in her past, but she had gotten on with her life. She didn't like the last chapter of her sinful life. It was certain, though, that it would cling to her like a ghost. Will come back and haunt her. That's what it did to her every time she thought about it. She was unable to get rid of it. And never will be.

They were newlyweds when all of this happened, and their union was destroyed as a result of Sarah. Or was it because of Zayden's wrongdoings? This was why he wanted her dead. Yes, he was the one who attempted to murder her. And he really loved his wife. And he abandoned everything when she left him.

She exhaled as she pressed the end of her cigarette to her lips. Her mouth emitted white clouds. She coughed alittle. She flung it out the open window in disgust. The hatred she had for herself became stronger by the day, but she had a goal in life: of seeing her brother one more time. He was the reason she had abandoned her heinous acts.

"Sare?"Sarah almost jumped on the sofa when Tyler's soft and worried voice echoed across the silent room. Her heart was now racing like a racehorse.

"You just gave me a heart attack!" Sarah exclaimed, her brow furrowed at Tyler.

"What's up with that concerned expression? Is there something wrong?" Tyler said, trying to ignore her words. Sarah was not the one to be so absorbed in her thoughts that she would have been unaware of her presence, so she noticed something was off

She sat down beside her and wrapped her arms around Sarah. She did not return the embrace however.

"Sam told me something about Jason," Sarah murmured into her ear after a long pause. Tyler's arms remained draped around her shoulders.

"What exactly did he say?"

"He said that the information provided to me by the orphanage lady was fake. Because it is an old abandoned house, no one has ever lived there. I mean the address that she gave me."

"Oh, that's what makes you sad?" Tyler said thoughtfully. She didn't intend to make her believe that she didn't care.

"He'll be fine. I am certain of that. Don't be concerned, okay?" To brighten her mood, she continued. She couldn't stand seeing Sarah sitting like a lost and sad girl. That was so not like her.

"He told me this over the phone because I was unable to attend the gathering at the Café tonight."

Simon, or Sam, was her partner in a charity organization she had set up for students who couldn't afford to pay their college fees. He worked as a private investigator too.

Simon and the others will meet every Thursday to discuss the matter concerning the kids they were helping and collect the data of the ones they were about to get admission for. It was an important meeting.

"You're never late for a meeting. How did this happen?"

"It's just." She sighed and glanced down at her curled fingers. "I wasn't in the mood to go out tonight,"

"Oh, yes! You'll track him down. I am certain. Don't be disheartened!" Her shoulders slumped. "I've got food with me. I was mindful that it was my time to cook. Yet I've taken your favourite meal with me. Guess what it is!" She said cheerfully. But Sarah didn't respond. "Ok I'll tell you. Mini Cream cheese pizza! I know you don't like large ones so I bought mini pizzas I stead. Go wash up. I'll heat them up in the oven okay?"

Sarah nodded and sprang to her feet and went into her room to wash up. She took a quick shower. The thoughts of Jason never leaving her mind. Everything inside her convinced her he was present somewhere out there but where? He was alive but where was he? But the idea of him being dead in a remote, desolate forest heightened her anxiety.

It was pretty much entirely her fault or was it?