Arranged

Demise

"Kyla, what's wrong?" I say, gripping her hands in mine.

She looks down with her hand over her stomach, blood seeping through her fingers. "Baby, talk to me." I say, panicking.

She falls to the floor and I catch her in my arms as she tries her hardest to breathe. Tears prick at my eyes as I watch the life drain out of her. I hear three gunshots ring out and I hear a body drop to the floor, but I never take my eyes off of my wife.

I sit there, crying like a baby as I hold her in my arms, hugging her body against mine as I rock with her. She puts her bloody hands on my face as tears flow from her eyes.

"Baby, look at me. Look at me." she says, trying to smile through her tears. But I can't. I just can't.

"You're gonna be alright, I promise." I say, crying.

"Baby, I'm not gonna make it. I can.. I'm bleeding out too quickly, I.. I don't have a lot of time.." she says, rubbing my cheek with her thumb, wiping away my tears. "Take.. care of our babies, okay? Tell them.. tell them that I.. I love them. So much." she says as her body shakes in my hands as she struggles to breathe. "You're gonna be just.. f-f-fine, o-okay? You're gonna be alright. I need you to.. stay strong for them."

"I can't... I can't. Please don't leave me. This was supposed to be forever. You promised me... We promised..." I say, sobbing hard on her chest.

She's comforting me as she lies on the ground fighting for her life.

I move her hair from her face and she smiles as tears fall from her eyes.

"I can't do this without you. I'm begging you, please don't go." I say, hugging her tight.

"I have to. There's no other way out of this. But.. you listen to me, alright?" she says, raking her fingers through my hair and pulling my forehead to hers. "You'd better fight, you hear me? You fight.. with everything you have inside you, and... never give up, okay? Our children need a father. They... need you, so d-don't give up on them. You teach them.... to be strong. Never let them feel as if they aren't... enough. They are. You m-make sure you always tell them that we love them, every day you're alive. Don't fail them. Don't. You're all they have, Vixen. They can't get through life without you.... so you be there for them. You tell them they can't date 'till they're fourty. You hold them when they're scared of the dark. You can be there for them when they feel like they have nothing or no-one left. I love you with my whole heart, baby. I'm so sorry we couldn't have forever. Maybe another time. You've made my life... so special. I l-love you."

"I love you. I don't want you to leave me, please.. I can't do this alone. I don't want to. You have to survive, for me, please baby... please." I beg, crying harder than I was before. "I can't... I can't do it." I say, burying my face in her dress, inhaling her scent, trying to calm down.

Her body goes limp in my arms and my head shoots up, looking her over.

"Kyla?" I say, shaking her. "Kyla." I say, shaking her a little harder. "No, no, no, no. You can't do this to me! You can't leave me here! Kyla! Kyla, please!" I say, screaming as I cry, holding her body in my arms.

The boys surround me, the paramedics rushing in with a stretcher.

"Vixen, you have to get up. They have to take her." Mark says numbly.

"No! Leave me alone!" I scream, holding her body in my arms and not letting go.

"Vixen-"

"Move the fuck away! I will shoot every single person here if you don't shut the fuck up!" I say, aiming my gun at everyone, getting them to back up.

"Vixen, you need to let her go. Please." Davina says, walking up to me with her hands up.

I kiss Kyla's head as I rock her, holding onto her, letting her rest on my chest as I cry softly. I feel soft hands on my back as I kiss her head and she lifts me up slowly as I let Kyla slip from my hands.

I let her go.

That's it.
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Hours later, I sit on the foot of the bed, blood covering my whole suit. My tux jacket sits next to me as I look at my blood covered white shirt, tears falling onto my hands as I numbly sit there. A sudden rage consumes me and I get up and I break a metal fixture in the room, a thick pole in my hands. I smash everything. I kick over the book case, ripping it apart, I smash my computer screen in, tearing the keyboard in two as I scream, ripping the bathroom apart, breaking the glass door of the shower, knocking everything over. I rip the covers off the bed, screaming and ripping pillows apart as I cry, not knowing what to do.

I sit in the middle of the mess and I see a picture of me and Kyla. The same one I saw after I came from prison. I pick it up and my heart aches as I look down at it. She's gone. And I'm never gonna get her back.

My door opens and Kayno walks in and stands at the door as he speaks.

"It was Malcom. Scarface. He did it. You thought he was dead the night you stabbed him, but as soon as you walked back in, someone had picked him up and did an emergency surgery on him, got him patched up and got to training him. When he was back on his feet, that's when the notes started coming in. He's the reason you got bailed out of prison. He paid it. Just so he could watch you be happy and then just.. take it away from you, just when he thought you were at your happiest. I'm sorry. I really am.". Then he walks out.

A switch snaps inside of me.

A world without my wife in it is a world I don't want to be in. So this is it. This is finally the end of Vixen Reed, once and for all. My wife was taken from me and my parents are no longer here. I can't do this without her.

But my babies need me. So I'll be stuck. Stuck with the pain of losing her for forever.

And now I'm the Vixen that Kyla removed once before. The cold, ruthless, and most merciless person who ever lived. So with that, all Hell will rain down on this earth until I get revenge. I will hunt to the ends of the earth to find Malcom Rinaldi and he'll be sorry he ever, ever fucked with Vixen Reed.

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THE END