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Trix patiently waited for us to approach before giving a quick rundown of where everyone was.
“Just like I predicted, the girl’s room is on the left, parents’ are on the right. They’re all out cold.”
I peered into the house through the open door, straight down a small, dark hall, and nodded. I’d never doubted her layout theory. Trix had been watching this place for days, and she was rarely wrong when it came to scoping out a target. She knew how crucial the details were to my method of madness.
It always started with the plotting. We never did anything without a solid plan.
A plan ensured our asses’ were covered from all angles, and we knew what we were walking into. One could never be too careful.
Entering the house, I looked around to get a feel of the people that lived here. Behind me, Tobias gently shut the door and locked it.
“Place looks a lot better on the inside,” I said.
“Eh, still looks like shit to me,” Maliki responded, keeping his voice low.
“Everything looks like shit to you, Malik.”
“Not you, Trix.”
She rolled her eyes at him and walked deeper into the living room.
I was fully convinced that if she liked dick, these two would have gotten together long ago.
I ignored their banter, going straight for the room on the left.
“Get the rope ready,” I directed Tobias. “You two get mom and dad,” at Maliki and Ace.
I took the three steps down the hallway and paused outside a door with a frilly pink K on it, listening for any sign of movement on the other side.
Not hearing anything, I grasped the globe-shaped knob, turning it slowly and pushing it open. I’d expected at least a squeak from the wood, but there was nothing.
The bedroom smelled like lavender, more than likely due to the candle burning on the nightstand.
If that didn’t indicate this was a chick’s space, the lace curtains with blue bows, did.
I shut the door behind me and then went right to the bedside to get a better look at the sleeping girl. Her chest rose and fell in a steady, relaxed rhythm; a mass of brown curls cushioned beneath her head.
It never ceased to amaze me, all the things someone could sleep through. Or maybe I was just a byproduct of the environment I was raised in. I sure as fuck wouldn’t remain sleeping if someone entered my room in the middle of the night. The slightest sounds woke me up.
A scream carried from across the hall, and this chick still didn’t budge. She was completely oblivious to the monster’s lurking inside her home.
I reached down and ran my index finger over her freckled cheek. She was cute in a ragdoll sort-of way.
Something you played with before popping the head off, shredding, and then ultimately discarding because at the end of the day it just wasn’t all that interesting.
Her mother’s pleas for mercy as she was dragged from her bed were what finally had brown eyes opening wide. Confusion shadowed her features as she stared up at me, undoubtedly trying to figure out who the man in the mask was standing above her.
I cocked my head to the side and remained silent, pulse-quickening in anticipation as terror washed her previous expression away. She prepared to scream, sucking in a sharp breath through plump, parted lips.
“Nah-uh,” I chided, wrapping a hand around her freckled throat. A faint squeak still managed to slip through before I could get a good grip.
Keeping hold of her with one hand, I used the other to lower my jacket collar, and then to lift my mask, doing so in a deliberately unhurried motion.
Brown hues wildly searched my face, zeroing in on the Venom brand inked on the side of my neck. Her sclera’s’ went so wide they looked as if they’d bulge right out of their fucking sockets.
This—this is exactly why I wore the mask in the first place. It had nothing to do with wanting to be disguised and everything to do with gluttonous pride.
The fear now sweating from her pores was a testament, a sign that the empire I rebuilt was starting to thrive again.
