Abigail Romanova's Monologue and death [Sophia Miller 2]

Very cool my entry line, right?

I even took Abigail by the shoulder of hers when I said those words to her. Worthy of a woman who defends what belongs to her.

Her expression of surprise and unease is what I love the most. It kind of reminds me of when I first tortured Nick, but it's best if he left that exciting memory in my mind for now.

─Sophia... Mi-... ller...?

She murmured hatefully. She then she returned to see Nick, who remains expressionless in his entirety.

Her gaze interspersed from Nick, to me, and back. She repeated this four more times. In her mind must be the vivid memory of when I promised to help her make Nick jealous for her and how my help ended up in both of us breaking up.

I never told Abigail. She did not doubt me because I did not tell her that I also liked Nick at the time and that I still like him today. She must be so surprised that she lost against me, right?

Well sorry. I don't care about you, Abigail.

Hi, Abigail. Sure you ask, and my answer is yes. I used you to have Nick all to myself. You have already started to be a nuisance, so it is best that you withdraw.

I take Abigail's left wrist, which is the one holding Nick around her neck. I apply a grasping technique used for disarming and like opening a kitten's leg, I force her to let go of Nick.

I push Abigail back into her seat to turn around the table and stay three steps behind Nick. I read once in a magazine of my mother that the wife must keep that distance from her husband to form a good ethical image.

Now that I'm here, Nick doesn't have to say another word. It is time to take charge.

─I will be clear, precise and concise. Stop bothering Nick once and for all.

─What...?! -. She screams in surprise.

She seems like she just finished organizing her ideas, as her reaction seems too late.

She is pathetic.

That's when I came up with a brilliant idea.

I hug Nick from behind, I bring my face close to him while I smile maliciously and say:

─Honey~, let's show this witch how much we love each other, please kiss me~.

In a provocative voice, I speak at a volume so both Nick and Abigail can hear me.

─That is not in the terms... -. Nick mutters.

─Right now that doesn't matter, just follow me. -. And I also answer him with murmurs.

Unable to refuse now, Nick turns his face to me. I notice the hesitation in his eyes, which are moving from side to side. His cheeks have turned a little red, just a little.

Seeing him this way, it is impossible for me to resist my impulses and I just start kissing him.

Our lips meet and with it, the feeling that I love so much came back to me once more. The heat of wrapping my tongue around his and the very stickiness of our mixed saliva. I love everything.

I see Abigail out of the corner of my eye, I thought her reaction would be something like throwing a tantrum, but that's when everything changes.

A Desert Eagle is in Abigail's hand. She, without any kind of fear, points towards Nick. Nick himself didn't even notice this for having closed his eyes for the kiss.

─I love you, Nicholas Hawk. -. It was what I said at the end.

I quickly finish pulling my lips away from his, and push him with everything and a chair. That's when Abigail pulls the trigger.