Thanks to the efforts of my man-for-hire, I was lead straight to Whisper and her oblivious guards. My killer-for-hire, The Cowboy, was a let-down in the end, but this man was full of surprises. He has one last task to perform, and I expect he will go out with a bang!
Because… loose lips.
For nine weeks I’ve waited for this day. I knew Edge couldn’t stay away from his woman on their joint birthday; it was inevitable.
I haven’t even bothered with going to Connard. I’ve stayed here the whole time enjoying some sightseeing, eating out at restaurants, going to the movies.
I didn’t know life could be this easy. Cezar took me off the streets as a young man, and I was his to do with as he wished.
We didn’t socialize in his ‘real world.’ We didn’t do every day normal things. Cezar’s tastes were all toward the darkness. He worked so he could let his hair down in his dark world and be king for that time, and I gladly followed him into it because I was a leader too. I had power. A different type compared to Cezar’s all-encompassing power, but I had me sentinels that I handpicked.
I was somebody.
There’s something to be said for stepping back from that life for a couple of months and enjoying meself.
This city is so big. I was free to be me. I got lost in the crowd.
I wasn’t stupid. I stayed right away from La Jolla when I went out. I was a black man among many of my height and now very average build. I’ve lost my muscle definition deliberately, making sure to change my shape as much as possible over these past months. You could even say I was pudgy.
I got the tattoo of the skull on the back of my neck lasered off and kept my other ink covered up, including the tip of the dragon tail. My ring is no longer on my finger.
Fuckers thought they could beat me at this game?
Turn it up!
I observe me neighbors from the master bedroom because I wouldn’t want to get caught before I can call ‘check-mate.’
Awww, look at that. The little bitch and the biker wanker have finally, reunited and no doubt they are about to fuck each other’s brains out.
I step away from the lace curtain on the ground floor of my new friends’ home. “Hey Annie, I’m gonna need you to do me a favor later on tonight. Nod your head if you think you can do that for me?”
The old lady nods her head while tears stream down her face as she lies gagged and bound on her bed in her nightwear—helpless.
She’s a petite old lady but points to her for attempting to put up a small fight when I broke into their home in the early hours of the morning and woke them both up. I have the bite marks to prove it. She received a good backhand for that little stunt, knocking her unconscious.
I soon set her husband straight on who was the new guv’nah of the manor with me cocked gun at her temple. There’s something about threatening to blow a loved one’s brains out that will have your victim doing whatever you ask. And then the side of his head kissed the handle of my gun.
It was so much simpler this way to get them trussed up and separated. It makes sense with him being in a wheelchair for them to make their bedroom downstairs, making it easier for me, I could be helping meself to their food and be one room away from them.
“Lady, you’re gonna have to put on a much more convincing act than that if you don’t want Teddy do die. Now stop the tears or I’m gonna have to hurt hubby again. It’s up to you.” I sigh. This woman is a bag of water that keeps over-flowing.
I look over at Teddy, who’s slumped in his wheelchair, gagged and bound in the opposite corner of the room—out cold. I may have hit him too hard. He hasn’t woken up in ages.
I sniff the air. “You filthy cow!” She’s soiled herself on the bed. I’m no chambermaid. She can lay in it for all I care. She should have held onto it.
I used to live among shit and filth on the streets of London; it doesn’t faze me one little old lady shitting herself.
“Annie, I suggest you meditate or do something to prepare yourself for your role because if you fuck it up, you won’t be walking away from this and Teddy…” I let that sentence drift off. A picture, after all, paints a thousand words.
I pick up me gun with the silencer attached and shoot Teddy in the left arm. He doesn’t utter a peep.
Annie tries to cry out.
“Shush… bitch! That was just a warning. Teddy can handle it. Is he whinging?”Although he is still, unconscious. That wasn’t very sporting of me admittedly.
But who said life was fair?