Chapter 209 A SICK POP
KAI’S POINT OF VIEW.
It came along with the click of a gun pressed to Armando’s neck.
I waited for him to stop or let her go. But he didn’t. he still held on. It felt like forever; the detectives yelled and threatened; their voices loud and harsh; “Let her go right now, or we will have no choice but to shoot you!!”
Then, we heard it. There was a sickening loud pop, a crack, and then Denise’s gagging stopped. Her head lolled to the side like a broken string; her face now an ugly shade of grey as she slid to the floor with a splat like a bag of bones.
We all watched, our mouths hanging open in shock. Armando……he just killed Denise. Morgan released a hollow screech, crawling rapidly over to her lifeless mother. “Mom! No!” she cried, although no tears fell from her cheeks. “Wake up……who the hell will make these people believe you forced me into this if you die, you bitch?” She hissed, smacking the lifeless Denise.
A female detective approached her like one would a scorpion while a bunch of grown men tacked Armando to the floor; each one grabbing hold of his legs, hands, and thrusting something into his mouth; probably so he would not bite his tongue; and die from choking on his blood.
One would think Armando would realize how deep he was in his own shit, and just cooperate with the authorities, but I was wrong. He didn't go quietly. He was a man who had just realized he had traded his parents’ lives and his soul for a woman who never even gave him a biological heir. He kicked, he screamed, and for the first time, he looked just like my father, and I knew he was exactly like an opportunistic scavenger.
Morgan didn't even move anymore. She stared at her mother’s lifeless body, muttering incoherent nonsense multiple times while still rocking back and forth.
"Take them out," Silas commanded, his voice cold and final with a tap of his cane against the floor.
As the police dragged the trio toward the heavy oak doors, the cameras from the members of the press flashed, capturing the moment the so-called CEO of Vistaline Air murdered his wife, and confessed to a series of murders and other crimes. No one spoke a word. The second the female detective lifted Morgan, she hissed like a cornered feral kitten;
“No! I am not a donkey…. I…I believe in the power of all of us. We are all inside it….all of us!” She started dancing, tapping her right foot on the floor as she twirled. Although she'd been handcuffed, she raced around like a puppet off its strings. We all watched her, my guys protecting their girls, and my own.
“Aurora.” Morgan giggled, stopping to look for her. But the horsemen had already hidden her. “Where is she? I want to tell you about her, just how many times mom planned to have her killed too… but.” She pouted. “ Mommy said it would be too suspicious if mother and daughter were injured at the same time….you know, we have to keep our hands clean after all.” She smirked, suddenly lifting herself and slamming into the floor.
“I want my cupcake! Now! Mommy, Aurora stole my cupcakes.” She turned to the left, speaking to no one in particular. “Daddy says you should peel the apples since you stole my cupcake, Aurora. That’ll teach you not to mess with me.” An evil smile crossed her face.
I narrowed my eyes, pondering whether she was faking it. But then, I looked into her eyes, and I saw it.
There was a sudden hollowness; her pupils appeared smaller, much smaller. Her hair fell apart, no longer the fullness I knew it to be, but now a body of thinning strands falling off her head bonelessly. Morgan’s mind didn’t just break in less than two minutes; it shattered into a thousand fragmented pieces of the childhood she had stolen from Aurora. Watching her mimic a toddler while her mother’s pale-faced corpse lay a few feet away was a special kind of hell.
She wasn't faking. The reality of the noose tightening had snapped the last tether she had to the real world. She was retreating into a past where she was the golden child, and Aurora was the servant, the only place left where she wasn't a criminal facing a possible life sentence for her involvement all these years.
"Get that girl out of my sight," Silas hissed, his face contorting in a mask of pure revulsion. Even for a man like my father, who had seen the worst of humanity in his home, this was a circus he hadn't planned for.
The female detective didn't go easy. With an emotionless, experienced stare, she grabbed her by the armpits and hauled Morgan up, the silver handcuffs biting into her wrists as her dress bunched into a messy fit; no longer the pristine one it had been barely fifteen minutes ago, but Morgan just giggled, her eyes vacant and glassy. "Careful! You'll wrinkle my cotillion dress! Mommy spent so much of Everleigh’s money on it!"