John Smith sat back in his deep chair feeling totally exhausted. He poured a stiff whisky and leaned back again. Even though he was overweight and drank too much, the doctor gave him a clean bill of health.
Emotionally he was not doing well. The last few days were hectic, and he saw more in these last few days than he wished he’d seen in his lifetime.
It was time to retire. His whole life he knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with a life of crime forever. He made enough money, but what he did was going to haunt him to his grave.
He took a sip of whiskey and took another deep breath. He started to relax.
He often just sat here at the end of a day thinking about his life. Everything wasn’t bad, he had a beautiful wife who adored him. He had two beautiful kids that seemed to be remarkably successful, even though he didn’t have much contact with them. Julian and Joshua had always been a little odd and he never really connected with them.
If anything had to happen to him, they would be well taken care of. On more than one occasion he had tried to build a relationship with the kids, but something always came up, and eventually he just gave up. Perhaps it was better like this.
He was so young and ambitious when he started his job. He grew up in a poor Christian family. When someone offered him a job as a runner, he had to make a choice. He threw his personal values overboard and more than once he had to look the other way. He climbed the ranks quickly and everyone knew that they could trust him.
The job was easy, and he went from runner to supplier in a matter of months. He saved up money and went to study to become an accountant. He learned all the tricks of the trade and when he as done the organisation welcomed him back with open arms. Eventually he became the accountant.
He had a good life, and was well protected. He knew that he was the best damn accountant in the business. They made sure that he stayed in the game and kept his mouth shut. He never touched the stuff himself, but the world of cocaine was not as glamorous as the movies made it out to be.
After all these years, it consumed his soul, and he could hardly recognize himself in the mirror anymore.
The things he had seen and the things he had done, made his skin crawl. He took the last sip of whiskey and was about to pour a second one when he saw her standing in the corner of the room.
He knew what was coming. She was just standing there, majestically, and beautiful with a pair of magnificent black wings. She looked straight at him and he could feel his soul being drawn closer.
He could faintly smell the sulphur and he knew it was too late to do anything. He downed the whiskey and put the glass down.
He didn’t feel anything but when he looked down, he could see the blood soaking his shirt.
He saw her standing right next to him and folded her wings around him. He felt nauseous and terrified but for him it was too late.
He could hear the weeping and begging and gnashing of teeth, and he started weeping when she dropped him in the furnace of fire.
Julian put down the gun and dialed her brother’s number. “He’s gone Josh, it’s time for you to take over.”
what an intense murder. Is it the continuation of a writing? Now I want to know who that woman is. She was very good!
@marriakjozhegp no you need to read it again. The murderer was his own daughter. She killed him so that her brother could take over. He never saw his daughter, he only saw the angel of death coming to fetch him to take him to hell.