Where We Found Our Home by Natasha Bishop

 

Eddie

The family’s all here, huh? Your old bodyguards and your new ones all in one place.

I’d love nothing more than to slice the happy smiles off all of their faces. You all think you’re above me. Your friend, what’s her name? The black, loud-mouthed one? Simone. That’s it. She hasn’t stopped running her mouth all night, thinking she’s so funny and entertaining. Your obnoxious mother has been showering you with hugs all night. You’re all dying to be the center of attention. It makes me sick.

Did you enjoy the drink I sent you, doll? I know tequila and pineapple juice is your favorite. I know everything about you. I instructed the waitress to tell you it was from the restaurant and not from a person. Don’t worry, doll. I didn’t do anything to the drink. It just gave me great satisfaction to see how easily I could get to you if I want. It would be so easy to slip something in your drink, wait for you to excuse yourself to the bathroom, and cart you away. Too easy. You’ve got to make it a little challenging for me, doll. It’s no fun to play with my toy when you just lie there.

That asshole Lincoln was onto me though. I saw the way he sniffed and tasted the drink before you. He’s becoming more and more of a pain. I may have to dispose of him earlier than I planned. Maybe he needs another warning. He needs to stay in line. I have a plan for you, and I’m not going to let him get in my way.