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Over the course of the next two weeks after meeting Samantha, I planted the seed into Eamon. Reminded him of the cabin, and complained how we never go up there. How my mom hasn’t even thought about it in nearly three years. I mentioned a party I had there several months ago and openly dismissed ever going back because of how badly it was maintained.

Then I staged the fire, made sure that no one was home, and it looked like an accident. I couldn’t move into the cabin while still having a house, and this way, when I was done I could just move somewhere without having any ties. I’d miss Gene but I’m tired of living my life for someone else.

The plans to renovate the property were for several reasons. One, a distraction for myself, but to also have a place to bury the body. Samantha promised to send men to help when it was done, and once he was buried under a patch behind the main cabin, I plan to put in a jacuzzi.

I knew Eamon wouldn’t say anything to my mother, and she wouldn’t mention it to him because of just how good of a manipulator I am with her. She feels guilty and really would give me anything I asked. She should feel that way, especially since I had planned on murdering someone for her.

She ruined my life once again because she couldn’t get her shit together before it was too fucking late.

The problem was that the moment I looked into his blue eyes, I don’t know if it was my humanity reminding me that murder is wrong, or I saw a man that was worth saving.

I’m standing a distance away from the cabin that we’ve been in for nearly a month together. Construction is loud, and even though Ronan watched me leave, I pointed to my phone and scurried out into the forest.

The phone rings in my ear, and when her voice comes over the line, I take a deep breath.

“Is it finally fucking done?”

I bite hard on my bottom lip, nearly jumping in place. “I can’t do it.”

She screams so loud that I nearly throw my phone. “What the fuck do you mean you can’t do it?!”

“I’ve tried… I swear!” The poison, I put it into the alcohol, but according to the darker part of the web, I have to do it in small portions. Except, he’s stopped drinking. He doesn’t drink coffee, only water and sometimes a soda, but not enough of it for me to know when he’ll go for it.

We’ve been ordering food, I can’tpreparehis dinner like that.

The other problem, even if he had continued drinking, I would’ve already stopped after the first two weeks anyway. I’m finding that I’m becoming attracted to him, and it terrifies me.

“You will do this, Calista, or so help me—”

“No…” I say defiantly. “A-And you know what…” I swallow so hard it feels like knives are slicing the entire length down. “If you leak it, I’ll tell him everything. I’ve heard him talking to people. He has connections, Samantha.”

“You are making a fucking mistake,” she seethes.

“No, I think I’m making the right decision. He’s a good person…”

“He KILLED my BROTHER!” she shouts. “Fuck you, Calista. He is going to die—”

“No!” I scream and immediately slap my hand over my mouth. “I’ll tell him everything, right here, right now.”

A grumble comes from her side. I’m looking around me, turning every few seconds to make sure that Ronan doesn’t come out to find me.

“This can stop…” I plead. “He got his justice…”

“Fifteen years is nothing. He deserves to die like my brother did.”

Wrapping one of my arms around my waist, I shake my head. “Please leave him alone and just move on. It isn’t worth it.”

The phone goes dead before I can say anymore.

I stare at my phone when a text message comes through from an unknown number.

Bitch

Watch your back

He’ll leave you high and dry, just like every bitch before you

You are nothing