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[Today]
Staring at Razia, Hawi wasn't sure if she wanted to strangle the woman or if she wanted to see how many times she could fuck her up to the point that Razia would be begging for a quick death.
She hated what he had heard and she hated that she owned the truth four years after everything had gone sideways.
It was like her life had been a game for them and they had played all their cards while waiting to see what would happen to the girl they broke one too many times. This wasn't fair, but Hawi was done pitying herself.
"All of that effort you and your brothers put in to make me into the perfect mess, the girl who would have no one on her side, the kind that no one would ever want to interact with, and yet even then I won and will keep on winning, Razia Greyson.
"I am mated to your daughter, the one you failed to murder, the girl who hates you and will do whatever it takes to be rid of you in her life, forever. She knows you killed her father Razia. I doubt she would ever forgive you, but hey, we are here because of me, right?
"You and your family were supposed to be the smartest of enemies and yet each time you have been proving just how stupid you can get, and each time you surprise me. You know, now that I think about it, if Rukiya was born to be my true mate, didn't it ever occur to you that the fates already knew that you would try to kill her?
"Did you never stop to think that my immortality and her existence were bound? Or have you ever heard of a mate bond that has one mortal and another immortal?
"You sure are a bunch of stupid fucks parading themselves for a battle you already lost in the name of being shadow warlocks. You all are dumb, Razia, I can't think of anything else to call you," Hawi said coldly as she stared at the three Russels in the room.
She considered running them over with one of her trucks, but she didn't want to dirty her beautiful trucks with the blood of idiots who didn't deserve any mercy. She hated Razia. More than has ever hated Atticus and the rest of the shadow warlocks.
The fact that it was Razia's idea to bring Jer into her life made her want to knock the woman out but that was too good a mercy. She would take her sweet time with this family. She would hunt down even those who were still in hiding.
Now that she had two of the seven, she wouldn't stop until she got the last of the seven. Oh, but she had plans for the family.
Anyone would think that Hawi was doing practice rounds, but then at some point, Atticus couldn't scream anymore, and he could see the tail of the bullet belt and the popped casings that fell to the ground.
It felt like they were in a warzone, me but then wasn't that what this was anyway? They were at war and Hawi wouldn't stop until she felt like she had to do something.
"Please, Hawi... I will do anything for you, please," Razia said and that got Hawi's attention as she instantly stopped the machine gun from firing.
This had to be interesting because otherwise, she would have let Atticus remain a shell of who he once was, not that he is anything at the moment, he would probably die in minutes because of the amount of blood loss but Hawi didn't give a shit about it.
None of these people cared that they had hurt her and ruined her family. They had taken everything from her and she wouldn't stop.
At least that much they knew, especially now that even some of the prisoners there had fainted in shock from the hostility with which she was executing Razia's love.
She couldn't be blamed though and even if she was, Awuor Hawi was not going to pretend that her life was all sunshine and unicorns.
"Are you sure about that?" Hawi said as she wiped the blood from her face. She looked like the master of hell, even as she grabbed one of the white towels from the executive cabinets and wiped her face.
That shit didn't make it any better, because even her hair had turned red. She was thrusting for more blood and Razia was presenting herself as the perfect bait.
"Yes. Just anything, please stop riddling their bodies with bullets, when are they already dead," Razia begged and Hawi laughed before she walked over to where Atticus was hanging, or rather whatever was left of Atticus's body was hanging.
The man looked weak as hell. He looked like he didn't even want to live anymore. For someone known for his cruelty, Atticus was just like a piece of paper that could crumple and burn.
The only difference was that she wasn't done with him yet. She wasn't going to let it be, not like this. And if he died, she would bring him back to life and she would make him go through worse pain. They had ruined her and she would pay them back a thousand-fold.
"You dead yet, Atticus?" Hawi asked and the man groaned out in pain.
"Come now, Razia. You lied again. Your brother isn't dead, you see, he is in the right shape. But since you want him dead so bad I will give that to you," Hawi said before she shot Razia in the chest, so close to her heart.