Chapter 85: Chapter Eighty-Five: Bitter regret
"Well, tell me how have you been... Ainara." Jazmin called her name, trying to get used to it.
"I've been doing better," Clair replied, not wanting to discuss the events that took place after they went their separate ways.
After lots of catching up and retelling their mission and how they had bombed a few buildings before, Jazmin spoke of her fond love towards Dola.
"Honestly, I don't even remember why I like her or even approached her. You know how it is in this world, love is shit and it never lasts. But when I met her, I guess...my views changed. I took the risk. We both did, we decided we would fight together.
"Sweet," Clair mumbled as she continued to listen to her story.
It was indeed sweet. Too sweet. Not many fairy tales had a happy ending in this world, usually, it was cruel and painful. She could only silently hope for the best between these two girls.
"Hmm, don't let her fool you. Dola is shy, and her abilities in physical fights are often sloppy. She's skilled enough to protect herself but not trained killers like us. But that doesn't mean she's to be underestimated. Dola is a monster for strategies. I've never met someone smarter, she's cracked through places even I never imagined myself surviving."
Clair lifted an eyebrow in interest.
"Dola…" She repeated.
"She can't be…?"
"Spades, the one and only." Jazmin lifted her chin, clearly proud of her girlfriend.
"Interesting, it seems Anna wasted no time in recruiting the well-known figures in the underworld." Clair shook her head, looking towards Anna who was preparing a stack of burgers to distribute.
"It seems so, and who might you be?" Jamin asked carefully.
"A businesswoman," Clair replied.
"Oh...?"
"What I was is in the past," Clair added.
"May I ask who that person is?"
"The one who went around carving A's everywhere," Clair replied, not too excited to give out her long history of killing.
It startled Jazmin; she clenched onto the empty can of beer and leaned forward. "Come again?"
"I thought they forgot the name since you didn't recognize my name. But few knew it anyway, I guess everyone liked to refer to me as A instead."
"Hah! This just took an interesting turn." Jazmin supported her chin with her palm as she gave Clair a long-ass stare, studying her.
Dola furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and handed her a beer with two burgers in her hands. She then offered one to Clair, but Clair shook her head in response.
"No, thank you."
Dola shrugged and took a bite of it, sitting next to Jazmin.
"Dola do you remember when we found an 'A' carved into your sister's chest?" Jazmin blurted out the question, eyes still on Clair.
Clair narrowed her eyes.
Dola visibly stiffened, glaring at Jazmin for mentioning that so carelessly.
"What happened to the killer?"
Dola clenched her jaw, not understanding where this was going.
"Disappeared. Dead." She answered.
Jazmin nodded and opened the new can.
"Plot twist, she's right in front of you."
A swirl of emotions passed through her eyes before Dola finally had the courage to face Clair.
Clair was completely nonchalant. She opened her can and took a sip, crossing her legs.
Dola stood up abruptly, eyes sending daggers towards Clair.
Jazmin said nothing and only continued to stare at Clair.
"Why?"
Clair didn't respond for a few seconds.
"What was her name? Maybe I'll remember."
"You-" Dola's arms shook in rage. The nerve Clair had was completely atrocious in her eyes.
"Fiona. It was Fiona. She was 25."
"Oh…. her. Quite the bitch she was." Clair's lips curled into a smirk.
Petty she was, petty she would be.
Fiona had cost Clair so many nightmares and scars, not only in the heart but physically and mentally. Fiona's name lingered around all of her trauma's and Clair was and would never be apologetic to those she carved A's into their bodies. It was a personal kill for a reason. A personal grudge. An act of revenge.
In the underworld, there were no limits, no rules, but there were laws. They do not talk about silent laws that people follow about though. Whether family or friends, if they messed up and a more powerful figure took their lives, the family would have to accept it and move on. Personal skills to influential figures in the underworld are very important. No one could go against it if the reason was valid.
Unfortunately, Clair did not feel the need to discuss the reasons she had so happily enjoyed driving Fiona to her very painful and slow death.
And taunting her younger sister was just as enjoyable as it was to kill her.
Suddenly Clair found someone picking her up by the collar.
"Why? I deserve to know."
Furious. Resentful.
The emotions Clair could so vividly read.
A laugh escaped her lips. "I hope oh I really hope she's watching from the depths of hell. I hope she's watching the anger and resentment in her little sister's eyes. I wish I could go down there and hear her beg me not to kill you too."
"Dola." Jazmin forced Dola to come back to her senses before she did something she would regret.
The others watched but did not give a word or try to stop it.
These types of things no one could meddle in.
Dola retreated, still glaring at Clair.
Adjusting her clothing, Clair sighed and placed down her coke.
"Just know, I killed and enjoyed her death for an excellent reason. Your sister was ugly, horribly ugly. And if you're still angry, just know that she only put up with you because, and I quote, "She looked very much like a mother. I always hated my younger sister, but because she inherited our mother's looks, I couldn't bear to kill her the moment I had the chance to. I hope one day I have the guts to it. Or else, she will ruin my life." Her words, not mine." Clair finished, remembering how very hurt she felt for Fiona's sister at the time.
They had been drinking on a beach; it was a time in which Clair was yet to know of Fiona's deeds and betrayal.
"You're lying." Dola determined for herself.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Clair replied and walked towards Anna.
Maybe she should kill Dola. How horrible it would be for Fiona knowing the sister who looks so much like her dearest mother also died at her hands.
Oh, if Clair—
No, if Ainara could go back in time, she would hunt down Dola and give her the death she gave to Fiona and make Fiona watch the person with her mother's face die. Fiona would have landed on her knees and begged for mercy. She would have wailed. She would have screamed in horror as her mother's face lost the color of life in front of her.
The taste of bitter regret was disgusting. Clair shook her head and tried to get the taste off her tongue by picking up some candies from Anna's pocket, which she knew Anna always carried.
She then headed to the sound of water. She walked out of the camp to clear her head because she was acting very much like Ainara. At this moment she had simply forgotten who Clair was. It was as if all her efforts to change had gone down the drain at the simple mention of a horrible person from her past.
It shouldn't have been like this.
There were a lot more horrible people Clair had encountered. She shouldn't be like this over the mention of one person.
…..
Christine glanced at her brother, who had just received an emergency call from his workplace and ran out as soon as he could.
Jack had retired from the underworld, and the only reason he mingled around here was because of her and Anna.
With a sigh, she sipped her beer and watched the drama unfold before her.
Very interested in the tea, she took in every word being said. When the drama ended, her lips pressed into a thin line with disappointment.
Jazmin hugged Dola and consoled her. It was too lovey-dovey for her to watch, so she returned her attention to a retrieving Clair. Her eyes sparkled with interest and she trailed after her, only to be stopped by Anna.
"Nope! Help me arrange things in the cabins." Anna tilted her head and Christine followed where she was pointing.
With a groan, she nodded and followed her to the cabins.
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