Page 117 of Sinful Lord

“No,” he whimpers. “Well, yes… but it was an accident. There’s a button on the desk. It must have dislodged when—”

“Enough!” I demand. “Fuck your desk. Fuck the window. Fuck those lights and those people. Tell me what I want to know. Who came to you? Where is the man I’m looking for?”

“No… not a man… barely a man…” Timo sputters. “A monster… A half-dead demon in a rotting suit of flesh…”

My heart drops.

“Who did he say he was?”

“He didn’t. He… He just took responsibility for what happened. He asked if I knew where the girl from the van was. I didn’t know. He… he told me not to tell anyone he came. He threatened to kill me if I did.”

“Where did you meet him? Where did he come from? Fucking tell me!”

My gun digs so deep into Timo’s flesh his eyes roll into the back of his head. I slap him back awake.

“He’ll kill me…” he croaks.

“I’ll kill you,” I boom. Lowering my gun, I press it just under his shoulder. “And I won’t make it so quick.”

“Fuck,” Timo coughs. “Fine… I’ll tell you…”

“Tell me what?”

“When the monster left, my men… they followed him…. They found his—”

Before Timo can finish, the glass window shatters. Then, Timo’s head explodes.

I’m flung backward as his skull comes apart in a gory eruption of blood, bone, and brain matter.

“What the…”

Suddenly, I’m being tackled to the floor. Another bullet whirls right over my head as my shoulder smacks against the hard wood.

When I look up, I see Maksim over top of me.

“What are you doing?” I ask, still stunned.

“Saving your life,” he grunts.

Just above us, a piece of wall is eviscerated by a bullet. Then another.

Shit.

“The window…”

“Way ahead of you.”

Maksim jump off me, gun drawn. I turn around and watch him roll through the broken glass until he’s protected by the heavy metal door by the front.

Thumping music blares into the office, as does the sound of countless screams.

Fucking hell.

What’s gotten into me? I lost sight of my surroundings and it nearly got me killed. If it wasn’t for the old man…

No. There’s no time to think about that.

Using the desk as cover, I push myself up and gather my own gun.