Revenge After Death



"Alright, let's talk." I nodded, signaling for him to speak.

Michael frowned and stared at Steven. "I only want to speak with you alone, Stephany."

"You have quite a few requests. Just say it here if you want. Else, that's fine by me too," I complained, looking at Yasmin and Una.

Then, I continued, "You should probably deal with your own problems first, though. You seem to be attracting quite a bit of attention."

He drew a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Stephany, the CEO of Crowdstar Group is a young man. He's been investing in Genome Society continuously for the last few years. He's one of their biggest clients.

"He's not a good person.... He's just a businessman."

I stared at him wordlessly, signaling him to carry on.

"Don't trust Steven, Stephany... There's more to him than what meets the eye." Michael sighed. It looked like he was pitying me.

I didn't need his pity.

I looked at him with a matching gaze. In that case, we would pity each other and see who deserved it more, then. How dare he act all high and mighty when he was being played by two women?

I scoffed at him. "I believe him, Michael."

"You're so foolish," he said with a knowing look. "Just as foolish she was..."

He was probably referring to Stephanie.

"But you're not foolish... You're the smartest one." I laughed. Clever Mr. Michael Ford, how ironic.

"The upper-class rooms on this cruise are assigned based on memberships. Without a membership, they won't give it to you. The regular rooms are not suitable for resting. They get very stuffy.

"I've already gotten rooms for all of you. You're welcome," he said softly before turning to leave.

What a people-pleaser.

"We don't need him to get us rooms!" Joel berated. He turned to look at Eason and continued, "Grow a backbone. Let's not stay in the rooms."

Eason shook his head. "I don't have a backbone, I'm seasick. I want to stay in a better room." Stan pulled on the handcuffs. "What about me? We can't possibly sleep together, officer..."Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Before Eason could even get mad, Joel kicked the killer again. "You wish! Sleep on the floor!"

Afterward, he looked toward Eason. "I don't trust this sicko to be alone with you. Let's all sleep in the same room. It's safer, and we can look after each other."

Eason cast him a look of disgust. "You need to calm down."

"You're against me but not this sicko? What's wrong with you, Eason?" Joel was annoyed.

Zion rubbed his forehead. He looked at Rachel, who was struggling to sleep, and said, "That's enough... Look at the situation we're in. How are you bickering during a time of uncertainty like this?

"It's not safe to sleep alone, so everyone get into groups of two. Sort yourselves out."

Then, he left with Rachel.

Steven also took my hand and left.

Joel and Eason were the only ones left.

They had no choice. There were two couples in our small group of six. The single ones would have to make do.

Stan chuckled creepily. "Sorry for the trouble, officer..."

Eason and Joel sent a kick his way simultaneously.

"I'll beat you to death if you say another word, sicko," Joel threatened.

Stan fell to the ground in pain. He stared wickedly at Joel as he was dragged along by Eason.

"Have you set your eyes on him... We're the same kind. I can feel it from you. You want to pick on him, step on him aggressively, and tear his pride apart. I know you want him to grovel at your feet... You want to watch him beg for mercy... watch him cry out..."

Joel almost hissed at him. This absolute sicko.

There was a loud noise. Eason grabbed Stan's head and rammed it onto the wall. "I'll stitch your lips up in a bit, you sicko. Get on your knees!"

The top of Stan's head was bleeding, but he was still chuckling like a lunatic.

"All of you are lambs awaiting slaughter, and we're the hunters..." He laughed. "You won't make it out of here alive. Prey should be on a hunter's platter. We're naturally superior. We're the evolved version of man. Average mortals like you should be beneath us!"

Eason scratched his head. How was this psycho's head so sturdy?

He turned to look at Joel, whose gaze darkened for a split moment as he stood there.