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Chapter 1
Cash
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“Great job, Cash,” my trainer says, wiping the sweat from his brow. He sweats more during our sessions than I do. “Go hit the weights, I’ll be over in a minute.”
I head over to the weights and just as I lay on the bench, my phone rings. I grab it off the floor and see it’s Rogue, my boss and owner of Ruthless Corp. This is a call that you don’t ignore.
“Hey, Rogue,” I say, holding the phone to my ear.
“Where the hell are you?” he mumbles.
I look around at this gym that is almost like a second home to me. There’s a boxing ring over to the left and the rest of the space is weight training. There are weight benches, chest press machines, leg press machines, and free weights. There are other rooms off this one for individual training. Each room is different depending on what you are training for.
It’s an older building that’s been well preserved. The walls are all exposed brick, the floor is concrete but there are mats placed around for safety. The windows are up high and let little light in but there are large metal lights that hang throughout.
It’s dark, cold, intimidating, and rough, sort of like me. But to me it’s one of the most relaxing places.
I sit up, straddling the bench. “I’m at the gym.”
“Get your ass in here now. I’ve got a job for you.” He hangs up before I can reply.
When I stand up, my trainer tosses me my shirt. “Gotta go, huh?”
“Yeah, not sure how long I’ll be gone for, so I’ll call when I’m back in town.”
He’s used to me coming and going. Sometimes it’s only days and sometimes it can be weeks. It’s part of the job and I happen to fucking love my job. It’s not a job a lot of people could do. Killing someone isn’t easy, but it’s not random. There’s a process that needs to be followed. We don’t just go hunt for someone that screwed over a loved one. No, these guys are cold-blooded, sadistic, assholes. Rogue wants the money, he doesn’t care about anything else, but he sure as hell isn’t just sending us out to shed blood that isn’t deserved.
I walk into Ruthless Headquarters in downtown Los Angeles, nodding to a couple of guys as I make my way to Rogue’s office. I notice a few new pieces of artwork along the walls of the luxury warehouse. Rogue is always bringing in new pieces. I’m not a lover of artwork like he is, but I can appreciate the creativity.
I knock on the large door of his office and he barks out for me to come in. The solid wooden door slams behind me as I walk in, taking a seat in front of his desk. The light from all the windows in his office shines behind him and it emphasizes the scars on his face.
“What do you have?” I ask, nodding toward the folder.
He opens the file and looks up at me with his hard eyes. “It’s in Arizona. She killed a mob boss after fucking him and stole the keys to his warehouse. She cleaned it out. Everything from electronics to drugs. They don’t want her blood on their hands. They want it quick, clean, and to make sure she’s never found.”
My eyes are wide as he finishes, and I scrub my face. I glance up at him as I sigh. “A woman?”
