Ava blinks in surprise when the door just slams shut. “That’s one way to solve the problem.” Sighing, she follows Cameron into the living room. “Is it petty of me to suggest that we turn the sprinklers on?”
Malcom, not deterred, starts to walk around the outside of the house, studying it.
Cameron grabbed the home phone after locking he back doors. “It sure is. I’m calling the police, too, so let’s hope they haul him off. Sprinklers will just make more mess if we try.” He sounded ominous as he dialed the police department, frowning heavily as he watched Malcom walk around.
Ava sighs softly and trails after him, having a horrible feeling about this. Rather than saying anything, she heads upstairs and gets dressed. She’d rather not have to deal with the police while still in her pajamas.
Malcom pulls out his phone and calls a number, staring straight at Cameron through one of the windows.
Cameron glared at him and started talking into the phone, reporting a trespasser on his property. Unlike America, one can be fined or jailed for trespassing and Cameron was not about to hesitate. He set the phone down after being assured a fleet was on their way over, still glaring at Malcom. If he were the police again, he would’ve gunned down this idiot.
Ava pops back into the living room a few minutes later. “This looks like a scene from a fucking horror movie.” Sighing, she rubs the back of her neck as she peers out of the window and studies her father. “Are the police on their way?” Hopefully the cops will arrive quickly so they can sort this whole mess out. Frowning, she glances down at her phone when it buzzes.
Malcom speaks to the person on the phone calmly for a minute or two before hanging up. His eye contact doesn’t break for a second.
“What was that?” He asked instead, ignoring her question. The police would be there soon enough, and he wasn’t taking his eyes off of Malcom. “If it’s something to do with this situation, don’t give into it. We can live our own damn life without him in it.” He stretched and slowly grabbed a knife, making sure the man could see it through the window as Cameron brandished it.
“A text from the stalker.” She stares down at her phone, tense. “I know your secret.” That’s what the text reads. It’s creepy as hell. Unfortunately, she knows exactly what he’s talking about. “What are you doing with that knife.” The second she sees that knife, her head snaps up. Screw the text message, this is a more pressing matter.
“Great. I’m sure he knows a lot about what you do. He can’t do shit against you, be doesn’t have proof. I’m intimidating him and maybe threatening him. But that doesn’t matter right now.” He turned the knife over in his hands.
“Yeah, he does kinda have proof of this.” She turns off her phone and sets it aside. “Sweetie, I don’t think that knife is intimidating him.” A quick look out the window tells her that her father is completely unfazed by the weapon.
“He does? How?” He set down the knife, grabbing her hand gently. “And why should we care? All our crimes were done in a completely different country. Not that we’re home free or anything… but…” He trailed off, not wanting to suggest what he was thinking.
“He hires people to watch me and Chris. I’ve gotten pretty good at avoiding them but I slip up sometimes. It’s annoying but it happens.” She gives his hand a light squeeze. “But what?” Rather than talking about what it is she did she chooses to figure out what he’s thinking.
“Yuck. I can’t imagine that.” He shivered faintly and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. You’d kill me if I told you.” He laughed softly, his eyes still boring into Malcom’s. It would make all of their problems go away, though. Just a swift kill and sweep away… tell the cops he ran off somewhere else and have him go ‘missing’.
"Yeah, it's creepy." Nodding her head, she keeps her eyes on him, not looking at her father. Her eyebrows shoot up at the response to her question. "Cameron……..what are you thinking?" She has to admit that she's a little worried now. The way he's acting does have her concerned. She steals a quick glance out of the window, frowning when she sees that her father is no longer out there.
Cameron grabbed the knife and walked around the house to try to find him again. “I want to maybe kill him.” He went upstairs to see if he broke in somewhere, willing to kill that man if he even set paw near his own father. He checked all the rooms and kept the doors open but in a certain way (they were angled so that one had to open it more to get out).
“Cameron, you can’t kill my father!” Ava yelping in surprise at his words. “I know he’s an asshole but he is still my father and you can’t just kill him.” To be honest, she’s thought about it before but she’d never actually go through with it. She’s not necessarily mad at the idea but she does want to make sure that he won’t actually kill him.
Malcom has made his way into the house and is currently moving around downstairs.
“If he’s in the house I’m killing him.” He heard something downstairs and loud yaps from Zore, quickly making his way downstairs but as quietly as possible. He didn’t silence Zore yet, wondering if he was near the puppy. And sincerely hoping he didn’t kick her or something.
She swears loudly a few times, fear bubbling up inside of her. “Murder isn’t going to solve all of our problems!” It’s painfully obvious that she’s being a hypocrite right now but it’s the only defense she can come up with. Her father may be old but he’s been trained to kill since the day he was born.
Malcom scoops up a heavy book and smashes it down on Zore’s back. “Nasty little creature.”
Zore yelped and Cameron jumped out to grip the man’s neck in his strong hand. Cameron was a bit stronger than the older guy when he was angry. He dragged him back and pushed him against the wall, positioning the knife to the back of his neck, ready to kill him like the hog he was.
Zore jumped down from the couch with a loud whimper, losing her balance a little and stumbling.
Malcom pulls a small knife out of his coat pocket, his long fingers wrapping around the handle. “Ne bi se usudio, glupi kopile,” He snarls, locking eyes with the other man. Not even for a single second does he believe that Cameron would actually kill him. Just to be certain, he slashes his knife at the man’s side.
Ava scrambles to get down the stairs. The second she sees Zore, she hurries over. “Oh, baby, are you okay?” Running her hands lightly over the dog’s body, she checks for injuries. She doesn’t even notice her husband and her father.
Cameron caught his wrist with his other hand, kneeling him hard and pinning him against the wall with his elbows, pressing in. The knife was still hard against his throat, as his hands made the other’s chin tilt up slowly, digging it in.
“Don’t doubt me.”
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Malcom gasps and kneels over, the hit knocking the wind out of him. “You don’t have the guts to kill me.” This he speaks in English, spitting the words out sharply. Even if he does die right here and now, he has plans in action that will ruin the lives of everyone who ever crossed him.
Ava’s head snaps up at the sound of the two talking. “Cameron, stop!”
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Cameron glanced back at her, his leg still pressed against him in an uncomfortable angle. “Why should I?” His eyes were bright with rage as he pressed. “How about you take his phone, then? We won’t kill him.” He gritted his teeth hard.
“Я бы предпочел, чтобы правительство избавилось от этого.”
Ava stands up and moves over to them, a deep frown on her face. Reaching into the pocket of her father’s jacket, she pulls out his phone. “He may be an asshole but he’s still my father. Killing him will only make our lives more difficult.” She shoves the phone into her own pocket.
Malcom spits in Cameron’s face, clearly not giving a single flying fuck about the situation that he’s in.
Cameron smashed his head against Malcom’s, leaving his own head aching, but he couldn’t imagine what it did to the older’s skull. It would knock maybe just a little bit of sense into him, right?
“Whatever. How can we deal with him, then? I don’t want him laying another finger on our family.”
Ava flinches at the sound of the two skulls knocking together. She lunges forward and grabs the other man before he hits the floor. “Let’s just put him on the plane and send him. I can file for him to have a travel ban on him due to medical reasons.” It’s not a full plan but it’s better than not having one at all. “Do you want me to get you some Advil or ice for your head?”
Cameron walked over to his pup after dropping the knife, both of them, and picked her whimpering self up.
“Aww… I know, he’s a mean man, I know. He hurt you.” He kissed her head and sat down on his couch.
“I’d rather something else done,” He responded in a serious tone. “He’ll find a way to get back here and I’m not putting my father in danger.”
Ava lays her father out on the floor with a sigh before standing up. "We should take Zore to the vet to make sure that she's okay." Seeing the pup being hurt makes her feel all the more guilty. "What do you want to do then? I'm not letting you kill him. That's completely off the table." She heads over and strokes Zore on her head. "And was that a yes or a no to the Advil?"
Cameron crossed one leg over the other. “I’m just saying I will end up killing him. He will come back. I don’t know how I will, but I haven’t forgotten methods on one-to-one killing, Ava,” He said threateningly, his head still tilted down. “I’m fine, I don’t need anything. I’ll take Zore to the vet after this, take my dad with me so you can figure out a way to get rid of your dad. Maybe put him in a retirement home, he’d hate it but he’d have to stay.”
"You are not killing him. I swear to god that if you say that you are one more time then I'm going to fucking slap you. I know you hate him but you can't just fucking kill him." Ava shoots him a sharp glare. The death threats are getting really old really fast. "Keep me updated on what happens at the vet." With a huff, she pulls out her phone and starts to figure out a way to deal with her father. There aren't a lot of options but she's sure that she can find something.
Cameron glared right back, his jowls quivering slightly. She didn’t seem to be taking her father breaking in and potentially killing someone as a problem. He wasn’t about to risk the safety of them in their own damn home. She needed to understand that. Maybe somehow she’d kill him and he’d be able to say ‘I told you so’. That was only if he targeted Cameron, and honestly the chances of that were pretty high. Hm….
“Alright. I’ll wait till my dad’s awake. I have some sleep meds you can give him upstairs in the cabinet.”