n't tell her anything at all, he merely suggested that sh

his voice, she perceived the remorse from his way of doing. There was only one path on which those feelings would have lead him, and she wasn't yet sure if she would have been able to follow him. Could she really be an assass

he stove for a while now, when he

" He gree

aircut. Now Oswald had his peculiar tuft of black hair shot upward,

kled, putting the

making the roast." She conti

d, as a hint of a smile

fway between the curious and the annoyed. Sh

erested in her mental health. Although, receiving in response only her

Charles?" She asked, her v

ow they're both roasting

he warm oven. She could feel Oswald's anxious gaze o

the death of the two siblings, feel disgust for their murderer, but at that very moment she seemed to b

h for cold-blooded vengeance. He had become a mirror and was showing her who she really was, her nak

ed him, giving voice to the first

ion towards him, no uncertainty. Even though she was perfectly aware of who she was dealing with, Brooke looked at him with sheer curiosity. His lips bent in a small smile

les into a trap and, like the two fools that they were, they had fallen for i

y word and, at the end of the sto

rm voice, "Tonight. I want to be there

started, still worried that a cold-blooded murd

adding anything else, she let him finish cook

d before her the table already elegantly prepared and Oswald waiting for her. Hun

e of the first joint with precisio

asked her with interest, as s

ed." She answe

meat from the other plate. "Try the other joi

y a disgusted grimace formed on her f

's goulash, no?" He asked her, quoting a critici

e the children? Ring the bell again." She ruled, confident that, with Charles and Sasha present, she would

it." He replied carelessly,

r discomfort now more evident. "

spreading his arms theatrically. "Yes. I'm do

again. The woman seemed almost afraid of havi

ate and anger were clear in his voice, despite his composure.

bout?" She asked him with a calm

ked her, leaning slightly toward her. His threatening attitude was back to the way it used to b

but was immediately stopped by the kn

He told he

rooke! Help!" She

ead, "They won't c

ey?" She aske

ut Sasha," He said, sticking his finger in the meat of the second joint and t

appening. It was like she was trapped in a terrible nightmare with n

! Sasha! Brooke!" She called once again, as if he

sensed that maybe she still had a hope of saving herself. "Brooke? Brooke!" She shouted. Oswal

ncredulous that the woman remembered her

She was innocent, she didn't know, you

ut her through? He burst out laughing. "Oh, don't you worry about her, she's fine." He smiled at her maliciously, looking at how a shred of hope shone back in her eyes. "She's more th

sobbed, "Please, help me!

cold blood?" She asked her, shaking her head, "After you killed my father?" She added, ever

fore the knife penetrated her flesh, the

uffered: the harassment of Fish and her henchmen, his attempted murder by Maroni, Gordon? continuous rejections, Butch's betray