I pour a glass and taste the wine. It takes me back to 1993. All I needed. Memories may fade over the years, but revenge sweetens with each moment it isn’t carried out.
The hour finds everyone—and I waited with patience. Now, the time for execution has come.
I walk out of the glass doors carved into the old stone of the catacombs over to the heavy steel door. It is a bunker that holds what I need: Weapons. Munition. Explosives. Knifes. Poison. Gear. And if needed, protection. It is a steel cage with an air supply and everything I could ever need to survive if anyone decided to come for me.
I walk in with my underwear and open blouse, caressing my hips. I slip off my blouse and open a drawer with special gear in it. I take out a Kevlar shirt and put it on underneath the blouse.
Trousers follow. I dislike functional clothing, so I had some custom-made for me. The trousers are high-waisted and resembleelegant trousers, but they are not. They are made with Kevlar on the inside and have secret sewn-in pockets, offering maximum flexibility and protection.
I pull them up and tuck my blouse into them. I place knives, poison pills, and a chain with a carabiner in the sewn-in pockets. Take a belt and my preferred guns, the Tomcat and Beretta 92FS 9mm, and get spare munitions.
With the gun in my hand, I close my eyes. I walk through the plan I have had in my mind for thirty-four years now. I don’t need rehearsal. What I need is channelling, so I pray.
“Oh Lord,” I say. “Be with me as I carry out your plan, as I am your tool, bringing justice to what was never meant to be. You made them in your image, and it was not Eve who sinned, but Adam, who let her, knowing what the tree did. He did so to take the power. He showed the honest face of the male from the first day, and Eve, misled by him, suffered like all the women coming after her, solely because Adam lusted for power. The lust of his was the ultimate sin that the males have fallen for, for all those thousands of years. And now, it is time. The time of the matriarchy has come, and I will bring it forth in your image. Therefore, I beg you to guide me, to trust in me, as you trusted me all those years. Amen.”
Energy flows through me. I know my Lord will always be with me.
Giuseppe’s death might be an isolated event to the outsider, but his influence reaches so far that it concerns shipping routes and ports, governments and businesses worldwide. He has investments in critical supplies and business, infrastructure, and weaponry, loans to governments, and control over the mining of rare minerals. He has built a net that controls world order.
My takeover will trigger a series of events that will make many powerful people very nervous, because men are emotional idiots who will do what they have always done: They will aim to grab for it. The power. And I intend them to. Thirty-four years of preparation will finally pay off as I will get my revenge—and no one will stop me. This is bigger than a single person; this is the revolution, the liberation of women, and I will kill whoever gets in my way, and I will take that girl with me. The liar. The betrayer. The whore who killed my flesh and blood.
I step out of the bunker, take my glass of wine and get back upstairs. Every one of my steps is silent, because I am a shadow. A shadow no one saw coming, and now, it is too late.
We, women, have been suppressed, used, and abused long enough. Our time has come. And I will be the trigger.
I close the shelf behind me, and when I turn, I see Kat leaning casually against the kitchen counter.
She knows what is going on, and I ignore her. I take my heels and put them back on. It is time to become visible. To become loud. To take.
“I won’t let you,” she says as I have my back to her, aiming to leave.
I scoff derogatorily, but walk.
She follows me, her hand on my shoulder.
“Rose.”
When I turn, I have my gun drawn, pointing it directly at the spot between her eyes.
“You will not interfere,” I say, threateningly dark.
She tilts her head slightly; she is considering me. The corner of her mouth tugs into a smirk.
“Your triumph will be worthless,” she says.
“I opened the bottle,” I say.
“I saw,” she says. “Because you are blinded. You convinced yourself it is time because you feel out of control. Because that girl didn’t do what you told her to.”
That girl, the infame,the mere thought of her disgusts me.
“That girl has no control over me,” I say, sneeringly and spitting on the ground, as if it were her face.
“And yet, she is the reason you snap right now,” Kat says. “You will not succeed.”
“I planned this for years!” I roar, my hand trembling in anger. “Longer than you live, and you dare come here! I will kill him, and I will bring that girl down for everything she has done.“
She interrupts me.