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Suddenly, he turns and looks at me through hooded eyes and lifts his finger, instructing me to stand. I think I set the timer in my mind as the grains of sand start trickling down, counting down to the end of life as we know it.
My legs shake as I stand and curse the heels that I have never mastered the art of. I pull down the dress that barely covers my ass and try not to think about how I must look because I have dressed to be every sadist’s dream in an outfit that leaves nothing to the imagination.
No underwear required was the order of the day and just thinking of this creep’s hands touching my body makes me taste a bitter pill of disgust.
It’s time.
He nods toward a door in the corner of the room and leers, “The fun begins through there and I expect you naked inside of two minutes with your legs spread. Don’t make me disappointed with you because you won’t like the punishment if I am.”
I nod vigorously and my legs shake as I cross the room, praying he just looks and not touches before I get there. I can feel his eyes like a thousand knives down my back, cutting away my humanity as I cover the short distance, praying that things work out because if they don’t—there is no Plan B right now.
I almost fall through the door and look with disgust at the large bed set in the center of the room. No bedding required, just a wipe-clean surface waiting for my blood to spill. I spy the restraints on every corner that will secure me in hell, and take a deep breath and arrange my dignity around me as I prepare to teach him a lesson that will cost him his soul.
In my mind, I count slowly to ten and position myself behind the door and I swear my life flashes before my eyes right now. I can do this, I love this. I have trained for this and I am good at this. Removing the serious hazard that brought me here, I unscrew the heel of my shoe and draw out the syringe that will rid the world of another problem, and then I wait.
My heart thumps as I hear the soft footsteps of destiny approach and as the door opens, I switch my mindset. Gone are the nerves pushed out by adrenalin as he steps into the room.
Before he can even register I’m not spread out before him as instructed, I move silently behind him and press the needle into the back of his neck, spilling the contents into his veins. His body will deliver the poison straight to his heart and as he stumbles forward in shock, I relish the sight of the great man falling.
He cries out and I almost wish I could stare into his eyes right now because this man deserves to see the eyes of a woman who has ended his life as payback for all the innocent women who went before her.
I watch him fall face-first onto the bed and silently thank the gods because I was not looking forward to shifting the pounds of flesh that would have taken all my strength.
The sound of a man taking his last breath is one I’m used to, but not many give me as much pleasure as hearing his. I watch with interest as his body twitches in disbelief as his life drifts away in a far kinder way than he deserves. One tiny pinprick that will never be discovered, bringing on a heart attack that was long overdue. A tragic end to a tragic life and as my own heart rate subsides, I thank God for another mission accomplished.
I don’t hang around to gloat and quickly turn and leave. The stench of death is hard to take for longer than necessary and this man is so dead his body is probably stiffening up in record time because as poisons go, this one is the best and has an immediate effect. Straight to the heart causing a massive coronary that will be explained by way of natural causes. No comeback, no retribution, just an unfortunate act of God that will just rid the world of another one of Satan’s foot soldiers. I love my job.
Making sure not to touch a thing, I step from the room and take a deep breath. Now I need to escape undetected and carry on with life.
Instead of turning the way I came, I take another exit used by his staff. The back entrance of a building that will soon have a new resident because the previous one has no further use of it. As I take the staff elevator, I try to still my thumping heart, and as soon as it hits the floor, the door opens and I hear a gruff, “Follow me.”
Grabbing the coat he thrusts at me and kicking off the heels, I look like any other worker as I’m swallowed up in anonymity.
My accomplice says nothing and just knows I have carried out my instructions to the letter because I never fail, and as we head out through the back door, I take a deep breath of the night air. We walk down the dark alley to a waiting cab at the end and as the door opens, we both step inside.
Leaning back, the driver spins around and smiles. “Good to see you, soldier.”
“Just drive, asshole.”
Brewer laughs as Jet leans back in the seat beside me and laughs softly. “Mission accomplished. Good job, Lexi, or should I say, Eliza?”
The men laugh and I shake my head, “Only if you want me to whip your ass.”
The guys grin and I smile. My brothers, my life. Twisted Reapers MC, paid government assassins, and I’m one of the best. Our job is to rid the streets of America of scum the authorities have a hard job controlling. Accidents waiting to happen and no questions asked.
I exhale sharply and feel my heart rate decrease as we speed off into the night, leaving behind a shitstorm that will cause tremors to rock the De Luca organization.
Their king is dead and may his soul burn in hell.
