“Doc, surely you didn’t think I was about to let you walk outta here. Come on now. You got a doctorate. I expected better reasoning skills. Then again, you traded professional ethics for pussy and helped arrange an illegal insemination, so clearly that degree was more decorative than educational.”
His face dropped instantly. “You lied to me.”
“So did you, muthafucka. Difference is, my lie only wasted thirty seconds. Yours created an entire human being. I guess that makes us even.”
Knox slowly pulled his gun from his waistband like he was reaching for car keys.
Dr. Fairchild immediately started shaking.
“But me?” I smirked. “I take shit personally, which means I like to make sure the lesson has time to settle in.”
“Please…”
“And enough with the fuckin’ begging!” I snapped. “You keep saying please like courtesy still has jurisdiction in this room. You should’ve consulted yo’ conscience before you started fuckin’ patients and passing around rich folks’ DNA like free samples at Costco. Maybe when you get to hell, you can start a support group for niggas who let lust ruin their careers. Y’all can meet every Tuesday. Bring your own refreshments because I hear the hospitality down there is terrible.”
I looked him over one last time.
“I hope the pussy was worth yo’ medical license, yo’ future, and whatever temperature hell keeps the thermostat on.”
I nodded toward Knox, signaling that I was done talking.
The chair screeched harshly across the concrete as Dr. Fairchild fought uselessly against the restraints.
Then…
Pow!
Pow!
Two shots rang out in rapid succession, shattering the heavy silence of the lower level.
Dr. Fairchild’s body jerked forcefully like a puppet severed from its strings, his lifeless form slumping into the chair as blood gushed from the gaping wounds in his eye sockets.
“Damn, nigga,” I muttered, looking over at Knox. “The eyes?”
Knox simply shrugged, his expression unapologetic as he surveyed the scene while smoke curled lazily from the barrel of his gun.
“Felt appropriate. Figured I’d take away the same eyes that looked at another man’s situation and saw a chance for profit.The nigga should’ve focused on lab results instead of trying to create babies and orgasms in the same business transaction.”
I chuckled, shaking my head slightly. “And you say I’m hell.”
“You are. Remember, I just kill… no delays. You would have psychologically tortured his ass. That nigga would’ve been blind, toothless, and confessing his sins alphabetically before you pulled the trigger.”
I shrugged nonchalantly. “Can’t rush quality work.”
My attention drifted back to Salvatore.
Before I could get a word out, “I can disappear!” tumbled out his mouth in a frantic rush. “You’ll never hear from me again!”
“Dr. Wish. Com Surgeon, that’s usually how being dead works,” I replied, my tone cold.
His eyes widened in fear, a glimmer of realization dawning on him.
I strolled toward the nearby surgical table, my fingers gliding over the organized tools laid out on the stainless-steel surface.
The irony of it all almost made me laugh.
That muthafucka had used those very tools to help create a child carrying my DNA without my knowledge… and now those same tools were about to become the instruments of his demise.
