Mario Martinez

Daisy allowed him get in the funeral car before her, and not good form on his part considering it was her son's funeral, she really didn't give a flying fuck what the others said - because she wanted him in the first car. He slid over the seat and huddled uncomfortably waiting for the car to move away while fifty-one pairs of false eyelashes were watching him squirm from the garden of remembrance. Daisy Manners refuses to speak to him until the car glided away from her only child's funeral, she knew it was him, and she knew that he would never be convicted of the murder, but she really didn't give a flying fuck about it anymore either. She's Daisy Manners, bereaved mother and father to a devoted, if a little different son of thirty-four, decided to take matters into her own sweating hands.'Why did you want me to come with you Mrs Manners'? He nervously asked.'I didn't want to travel alone, shall we stop for a drink'. She replied with as much bravado as a woman could muster up when she was sitting in a car carrying her only child's killer.'Yes why not, we can stop where ever you want'. He choked.'He' looked out of the window and never saw the look of contempt and hatred in her eyes as she leant forward and took the knife from her bag; she concealed it down by the side of the seat and waited for her best moment, at her age she'd only get the one chance.'What did you do with my boys lips'?The words shook him but not that much, he'd almost guessed she'd sussed him out since the arrest - funny thing was, unlike other killers he really had got away with it, and Daisy knew she couldn't do a fucking thing about it. He turned and looked her in the eye.'Oh Daisy, they're mine, I wanted her from the start, I miss her so much she was the reason I did what I did to the rest of them, I was saving myself for Mandy's lips, you'll never know where they are'. He'd made no attempt to deny it, why should he, they'd arrested a man and had a rock solid case against him. He turned and looked out of the window, while she felt sick to the stomach thinking she might vomit but she'd come this far knowing this meeting with 'him' wouldn't be horrific, her son would never be forgotten because of him, but she intended having the last word with the cunt.The knife was in his heart before his eyes left the lingerie shop he'd been looking at as they passed with interest. The sharp shooting pain found his brain as the last breath left his lungs in death; before he expired he turned and saw Daisy smiling at him, even the chauffeur hadn't seen the lady sitting in the back with a knife in her hand, but then he'd told her he never looked in the rear view mirror while he was driving.'Go rot in hell you bastard'.Daisy sat back and enjoyed the rest of the journey through the countryside knowing she'd ridden the planet of one of the most evil and violent men in history. Lighting a fag first she opened the window and threw the money the mourners had collected for at a bus stop, a little boy was standing with his mummy.'Fucking money' she shouted 'treat yourself love'

• | Author: Neil Drake
• | Publisher: Independently published
• | Publication Date: October 8, 2019
• | Number of Pages: 377 pages
• | Language: English
• | Binding: Paperback
• | ISBN-10: 1688861874
• | ISBN-13: 9781688861879