part 83

Third Person POV

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Emma and her people reached the last destination in this journey of theirs, where the mastermind behind all of her misery and the one of her family for decades was hiding, and how bold can the old man be to chose the safe house of the family he massacred as his hiding place.

Three of the heirs that were supposed to be dead decades ago have managed to escape their fate, how? Emma didn't know nor was she curious to find out. She only knew that they have somehow deceived someone into taking their place and bribed others to forge their deaths and help them fitting in the new identities they bought.

This whole revenge game started decades ago, they slowly crept into the closest places to her possible. Planted their rotten routes in all the right places, her ex husband, by her father's side, and in the companies she inherited from her mother.

Everything was well calculated, the only mistake on their part was trusting her father. Their greed must have blinded them for a moment, the blinding amounts of wealth her father would inherited from her mother once she was dead blinded them from seeing her mother's plan.

Their greed caused for Papa to enter the picture, making the illusion of sending her abroad with the purpose to die out of despair when in fact he was preparing her to emerge the A.L everyone now knows.

Their greed started the beginning of their end, it created the invincible duo, A.L and Müller, the founders and true leaders of the most invincible notorious gang in the whole Europe at the moment, The Crawlers.

And their greed was the reason behind the ruin of their little pathetic organisation.

Emma would make sure the rest of the members know who they've messed with, targeting the key members was only the beginning of her plan because and despite the fact that the rest of the organisation members were not involved in what happened to the Monarchs years ago, they were active members in murdering her mother and making her life a living hell.

Getting rid of their boss and superiors would reck havoc, havoc would lead to chaos, and chaos would lead to mistakes. They're bound to come out at one point, she won't have to lift a finger. They'll come to her one by one, they'll pull the trigger on themselves without her telling them to.

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But first she had to get rid of their head.

"Bring him to me!" She told the twelve guards that came with her.

On her command the guards started searching the whole house for him, and it was only a matter of time before the old man was brought to his knees in front of her.

"Karl Schneider, or would you prefer Emmanuel Black." Emma chuckled humourlessly as she towered over him.

She purposefully called him with his original name. Emmanuel was the fake ID he got after he escaped the execution with his little friends.

"I should have killed you with that whore of a mother of yours!" Karl hissed.

Emma's eyes turned pitch black, her face turning stone cold.

Karl immediately regretted his statement.

"What did you call my mother?" The tone Emma used, despite being extremely calm, it was blood chilling.

"Wh-"

Her feet collided with his chest, landing him on his back. His head landed on the middle of the glass table that was behind him, smashing it in process. Blood oozed out of the wound and onto the broken glass.

Emma didn't give him the chance to recover from the fell, she kicked him with her right foot on the ribs. He winced out loud, but she never stopped.

One kick turned into two and two turned into three until she was heaving from the continuous effort she was using on him. "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!" She screamed in heavy breath. "MY MOTHER! YOU CALL MY MOTHER A WHORE!" She continued.

The men with her were alarmed at the sudden outburst of their young miss, they contemplated on whether to stop her or not because if she continued this way she may collapse any moment now.

The old man whom loud groans turned into whimpers before he could no longer heave a proper breath anymore due to the extreme pain he was experiencing, would be dead if she doesn't stop soon.

However they decided not to interfere seeing that this was the very first time they saw this side of her.

Emma suddenly stopped and crouched down to the laying man's level. "Now-" Emma stopped a bit to heave a breath before she continued. "What did you say my mother was?" She asked.

"W- whore. She was a whore and you are a pussy!" The man barely uttered due to the heavy and unbearable pain he was going through.

He laughed spasmodically between coughs of blood at the end of his statement.

"You'll see how much of a pussy I am. Come here." She snatched him by the collar of his short to a standing position, the man whisper-screamed in pain.

"Put him in the car!" She pushed him roughly towards one of the men, knowing full well the push will hurt him more.

"We're heading to the palace." She said.

No one dared to question her sudden decision nor assk what her intention was, they just obliged and headed to the cars.

In no time they were in the Monarchs' palace since the safe house and the palace were not that far, roughly 20 minutes by car.

"Leave him!" She ordered the guard who was about to help Karl out of the car. "Drive it to the back yard where the car crusher is." She gave another order.

Few gasps were heard when they registered what she was intending on doing, but soon silence reigned when she glared at the culprits.

The guard did what he was told.

Emma and the others following behind him in another car.

"Put the car inside it." The guard did what he was told.

Emma rounded the car before it was lift and put inside the machine, she came face to face with a screaming Karl. "What's wrong? Where did the mighty Karl disappear to?" Emma taunted.

"P- please! I'm sorry!" He whisper screamed.

"Buckle up, this one is bumpy ride." Emma grinned evilly at him discarding his pleas. "Oh, by the way, it's your choice whether to start with the head or the feet." She said, still maintaining her grin.

She meant that the machine will crush the part of the body he chooses to face with the front of the car since this one starts shredding the car from the front.

Death by the car crusher, or rather car shredder was a very evil way to kill someone.

The machine was edged with what seemed to be multiple sharp iron circles, circling some kind of two huge parallel pipes or pillars, the car would gradually go between those two pillars. To put it simply, the pillars basically served as the machine jaws and the iron circles around it served as its teeth. However the distance between the two pillars is almost nonexistent, which means once activated it would be as if someone was continuously chewing until it's turned off.

If one see what it does to cars, they would most definitely feel for the car, how about if a human is trapped inside the car it was about to chew on.

The guard pressed the power button and giant mouth of the machine was immediately chewing as if the machine was exercising its jaws for the juicy meal it was about to enjoy.

Emma left the guards with him, she served her purpose.

His unstopping screams could still reach her ears even now that she's at the entrance of the palace. It was sickly satisfying for her, she could record it and listen to it whenever she was sleep deprived.

It would serve as a perfect lullaby for her.

The old man seems to have chosen to start with the feet in hope someone would hear his desperate pleas and come save him from these monsters.

"Are you going to tell Mr. Knights, now that everything is over." Greta asked from the back seat as Emma drove them back to the Knights' residence.

"Tell him what?" Emma asked confused.

"That your memories are back, you said you want to keep it until everything was over." Greta clarified.

"No." Emma simply answered.

"Can I ask the reason?" Greta asked politely.

"Some secrets are better left unveiled." Emma replied.

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In another side of the country a shadow of a man sat in what seemed to be a bedroom with a woman sitting on the bed opposite from him.

The woman seemed to be trembling with fear.

"Go ahead, do it." The man urged as he put the gun in his hand on the arm of the chair he was sitting on.

"P- please, can't you just s- spare me, I promise I'll never appear before you ever again." The woman pleaded.

"If the matter was about me, I would have spared you, but you harmed my wife and attempted to get rid of my daughter on numerous occasions. You plotted from the shadows thinking that nobody is smart enough to link you to your father and his organisation. You thought wrong, I know every last thing that moves around my family." The man said in a calm and collected tone. "Now you have to receive your punishment, do it!" He ordered.

"Please, Mr. Knights! I stopped the moment Emma came in my house and killed my father-in-law, when my husband left me behind." The woman tried to soften the stone cold man in front of her.

"Lies serve as nothing but adding to the severity of your punishment, Miss Amani Black slash Schneider. I know you were conjuring ways to kill my wife and harm my family to get back at her especially since she just killed your old man few hours ago." Adam took every last hope the woman to save herself from her with that statement of his. "Now do it before I find you a much worse way for you to die!" He repeated his order, this time with much sternness than before.

Amani slowly released the bed sheet she was gripping in her hand, all hope and resistance left her body.

She accepted her fate as she climbed on the chair Jeff put for her there minutes ago, and took ahold of the dangling rope with both her hands before she put it sound her neck, fastened it and without a second thought kicked the chair from under her feet.

Adam watched her as her feet thrashed and she struggled for breath. He kept looking at her dangling form that was supported by nothing but the fan in the ceiling. Until he was sure she was dead, he stood up and ushered for Jeff who was standing next to the door of the room, the latter was by his boss' side in an instant.

"Burn the body." He ordered, not remotely fazed by the scene he just witnessed or by the thing he forced upon the young woman.

"Yes, sire." Jeff obliged and fished his phone out of his pocket to make the arrangements.

Moments later Adam along with Jeff were exiting the building Amani thought she was safe in, where she thought she can plot her next move undetected.

"Aren't you going to tell, Mrs. Knights, sire?" Jeff asked.

"Of what?" Adam asked.

"Of Amani's identity and what you just did, it could prove to be useful in the future." Jeff elaborated.

"Why you say that?" Adam asked curious as to what his right hand man meant.

"It can serve as a prove of your feelings towards her if she was to doubt it one day." He clarified.

"I don't need to prove my feelings for her, even if I one day stop voicing my feelings for her for some reason, my actions shall always assure her of the unconditional love I have for her." Adam said. "Actions speak louder than words, after all." He added.

"So you're not telling her?" Jeff repeated his question.

"No." Was Adam's simple answer.

"Why?" Jeff inquired.

"Some secrets are better left unveiled."

A/N

Hey, lovelies!

So this is the end.

The epilogue will most probably be up tomorrow if I find time to write.

Hope you enjoyed the story.

Thank you to all of you stuck with me and my story despite putting it on hold for almost a year. I really appreciate all of your support, you're the reason I continue to write despite the dis-motivation. I am forever in your debt.

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And one more thing, I might be putting some extra chapters to show Adam and Emma's life with their family in the five years leap and after the epilogue. If I do end up writing them, I won't be doing it on regular basis because I have another story to focus on in addition to the many stories in my drafts.

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