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Waltzing around the dim lit basement, Abel tugged at his shirt impatiently before his hands clapped together. He was anxious, excited, as he always was before his need for justice was satisfied. Placing his weapons on the table, the long line of silvers rolled out and shone bright against the dark fabric that held them together. Abel's thin fingers traced along the sharp edges and Abel smiled. Reminiscing the times they had seen together. The mobster in Boston, the dealer in New York, the murderer in Manhattan. The list went on and on, the people Abel had "put down." He smiled, knowing that Mason believed they would be used on Sierra, however it was reversed.

Abel heard the basement door opened and he head shot to the dark figure. Instinctively, he grabbed the sharp knife from off the table and held it close to his body. If it was Sierra, everything was going accordingly. If it was the guest of honor, there might be a slight problem. The lack of bait might cause some unwanted drama that Abel was sure he would be able to handle, he had dealt with worse, but it was overall unnecessary. But alas, he saw the petite yet deadly brunette make her way down the stairs. "Right on time," Abel gave her a knowing smile. His hands rested against the blade before he placed it back on the table. Abel rarely let anyone see this side of him, the emotionless piece of him that he channeled into righting wrongs. And Erica deserved justice, she needed to know that Mason would never hurt her again. That he wouldn't hurt anyone ever again.

#para #yeah #idk #sorry it took forever

Text to Sienna:

Abel: Showtime. See you in twenty.

#text