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My rage simmered underneath the murky waters of my soul.
I hated Saul, but this mission was just as personal.
The sound of the small engine of our boat was drowned out by the party on board the yacht. Booming music, laughing girls, and the smell of weed filled the air as we silently climbed aboard.
Fallon was my shadow, watching my back as I quickly swept through the stern. He also made the first kill, the soft pop of his gun muffled by the silencer.
The guard fell before he even saw us, his Glock still holstered. Fallon quickly threw the body overboard while I dealt with the alerted guard.
Within twenty minutes, we'd killed eight guards hired by the lawyer. The ocean below made a convenient way to get rid of the bodies. And soon, we stood outside the door to the main bedroom.
There were three girls all in different stages of undress, surrounding Terrance—Douglass’ lawyer.
There was a yelp as one of them twisted to see us enter. Her eyes widened at the sight of our drawn guns, finger on the trigger.
The other two hadn’t noticed. One of them giggled as her hands went behind her back, popping the clasp to her bra.
When the first one shrieked again, the other two finally turned towards us. Like it had been planned, all three scrambled off the bed and towards the far wall.
"What the fu?—“
It took Terrance a moment to notice us. Then he grabbed for his own gun from under a pillow.
“Put that down," I growled, coming to stand at the edge of the bed.
"Ladies," Fallon said, his dark and low voice immediately commanding their attention. He didn't say more, but he didn’t need to. They quickly gathered their clothing and ran towards the door.
After they left, Fallon stood guard, keeping an eye on both inside and outside the room.
I leaned towards Terrance, who hadn’t given up his gun. I could see the fear sinking in his brown eyes. Let the butt of his gun push against my chest. “If you shoot, make sure to aim well, otherwise, you won't like what happens. And if you do kill me," I gestured towards Fallon, “he has my permission to butcher you as he pleases."
Terrance's normally tan face drained of blood and his hand shook, his eyes going to the pale minister in black: everyone knew what the sin eater was capable of.
"I didn't kill him.” Terrance finally said, lowering his hand, revealing that he knew exactly why we were here.
"Funny," I took his gun, and tucked it away, "I don't believe you."
He lunged, aiming to run. I grabbed his neck, slamming his head against the wall.
There was a harsh thud. Then another as he fell to the floor. A cry escaping his lips.
"Please!" On hands and knees, he scrambled away from me. “I swear."
I lunged forward, “The more you lie, the worse it will be for you." Grabbing his ankle, I twisted. There was a loud popping sound.
He screamed. “I swear! I didn't know." An anguished sob escaped him. He held his ankle, his face blotched red.
"You didn't know what?" Slinging my gun into my holder, I grabbed him by his arm, dragging him upwards. Then I threw him on the bed. "I haven’t asked a single question.”
I flipped him on his stomach, my knee making his back bow. Just a little more pressure and it would break.
“Please!” He was still crying.
Annoyed by the sound, I shoved his head into the mattress. "If you're innocent, then you have nothing to fear from me."
He tried to fight me. Struggling. Kicking out. He managed to hit my torso, then he screamed from the pain to his ankle. The idiot.
I leaned forward, shoving his face deeper into the black sheets. Smothering him so he couldn’t breathe. I patiently waited as he wore himself out, still trying to get away.
