Ex-Husband's Regret

Anonymous POV.

I am pissed off. That is an understatement. I am beyond pissed off, I was downright furious. Once again she managed to escape me. Once again she survived when she was supposed to be dead.

“Tell me how the hell she’s still alive?” I ask Ben. 

“I swear I almost had her this time, I was this close to ending her but her bastard b*dyguard arrived and saved her” he muttered.

Did the guy think that I was stupid? That I didn’t know what the hell happened. I have gotten nothing but excuses from him since this whole operation started. Three times he failed to deliver her dead b*dy. The only thing that was positive about this, is that I haven’t paid him yet. Imagine

if I had paid him and yet he hasn’t delivered.

He was going to get half a million dollars if he got the job done. That money should have motivated him enough to do his job and finish it within the time limit we agreed.

I take a swig of my whisky. Frustration clawing at me.

“Really? You almost had her, is that the reason why you are bleeding?” I cl*pped feeling angrier every minute I talked to the idiot.

“I promise I’ll get her next time. She won’t escape me again” he speaks, his eyes cast to the floor.

“She’s already escaped you thrice!” I boomed, feeling the need to end is pathetic life.

He doesn’t speak. Instead he continues staring at the ground like it was interesting.

He had set me back big time. This job was supposed to be done months ago and yet here we still are, with Ava alive and breathing.

I asked around and was told he was good at his job. That he would be able to deliver. So far I’ve gotten nothing from him except for empty promises.

“How is it that you’re unable to kill one F***ing woman? How hard could it be to end her life?”

It’s something that I’ve been wondering. How lucky can one be to escape death thrice? The third time is supposed to be the charm and yet she was still not dead. A bit banged up but that was all.

“I don’t F***ing know” he snarls, frustration written all over his face. “Killing someone has never been this hard, I usually get the job done on the first try”

I start pacing in agitation. This was supposed to be easy. She was in my way. The only thing that was standing between me and what I wanted. I had hatched this plan the moment I realized that to get what I wanted I needed her gone. 

At first I wanted to make it look an accident. The last thing I needed was to have cops on my back after I went through all that trouble to get her out of my way. An opportunity to cover my tracks presented itself in the form of Reapers‘ Angels. Their involvement provided the perfect cover up.

Now though, they had discovered that it was all a ploy. That the Reapers‘ weren’t involved at all

Soon they would be after Ben and then me. I didn’t go through all this trouble just to lose in the end.

“Fuck!” I boomed, throwing my glass and smashing it against the wall

I was running out of time. Right now I was supposed to be enjoying the fruits of my labor. I was supposed to be living the life, but instead I was not anywhere close to my goals. In fact it seemed I was galaxies away from it.

“Give me one last chance” he pleads.

I sneer, “So you can fail again? I don’t think so”

What is it about the Ava that death doesn’t seem to want to claim her? I don’t believe in any deity, but by the looks of things it seems there is someone above looking after her. It’s not normal for someone to survive three attempts on their life unless there is divine intervention.

She was the luckiest bitch I’ve ever met. Her luck was starting to get on my nerves. I’ve never lost before. I always get what I want, but Ava’s death is proving to be difficult.

“I’d like to see you do better” he scoffs, interrupting my thoughts.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Hearing him mock me like that, my anger reaches its limit. Grabbing whatever I could get my hands on, I throw it in his direction. He doesn’t get a chance to duck. The bottle of whiskey hits him straight on his arrogant face.

I smile when I see blood trickle down his eye. His pain eases my anger just a little bit.

“Do you want to repeat what you just said?”

He closes his mouth and clenches his teeth. Looking at me with unconcealed anger, he shakes his head. At least he knows how to keep his mouth shut.

“There has to be a way to take her out quickly. I’ve already wasted enough time on her” I mutter more to myself.

If it wasn’t for the fact that I needed her dead for my plan to work, I wouldn’t have bothered. Ava was trouble and I was afraid that the more I tried killing her and she survived, the more I risked being caught. That can’t happen, because it means losing everything I’ve worked hard for.

“Look, she has already proved that she isn’t easy to kill. If we add the fact that now the cops were involved and she is receiving protection from her billionaire husband, then it makes my work a whole lot difficult” his voice brings me back to the present.

I clench my hands in bitterness at the mention of Rowan. I had already figured all that out. I didn’t need him pointing it out for me, but I guess he wanted to make himself seem useful or something. 

I take a seat and think. If this was going to work then I needed a new plan. The old one definitely failed, so I needed to come up with something different. Something that will take her out once and for all.

So far I’ve been focusing on her alone, this time I don’t care who I have to take out in the process.

If I have to bring down a whole building down just because she’s inside, then that’s what I’ll do.

Provided she dies, i don’t care who dies along with her.

A smile breaks free and my heart settles down. Feeling calm now that I had a solution or sort of a solution.

“You’re smiling, have you come up with a plan” my eyes focus on Ben. He looks at me expectantly.

His blood was collected for DNA. I needed to deal with that before they match him. He has a criminal record so it won’t be hard to connect him. I couldn’t have that. 

“As a matter of fact, yes” I smirk and stand up

He smirks back. Satisfaction radiating on his face.

This time around, Ava was going to die. Even if I have to kill her myself.