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"Uh, what?" he stutters, all the blood draining from his face.
"You might wear the mark of the Electi, Rexford, but you're not a true Electi until you make your first kill. You need to prove you’ve got what it takes. You've already shown us you're more than capable with the women; now it's time to prove your worth with the rats."
Cade holds the gun out and Alex reluctantly takes it. It's not even raised, and his hand is trembling. With a nod of his head, Cade stalks around the person in the chair and rips the hood off. The second he does, it's obvious that the man is conscious, but his eyes are resigned, as if he's long accepted his fate.
Blood pours from his nose and into his mouth, from Cade's hit or the previous guy’s, who knows. Cade steps in front of him and drops to his haunches. "Regretting it yet?" he snarls in the guy's face.
He doesn't give him an answer, just averts his gaze, but I think that pisses Cade off even more.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, cunt." His fist connects with his eye, and his head snaps back once more. But again, no noise.
Cade points at his head, between his brows. "Right here, Rexford. You think you can hit the target?"
Alex doesn't respond, his entire body now trembling in fear.
"Come closer. Give yourself half a chance."
Alex hesitantly steps forward.
"That's it." Cade comes to stand beside him. "Now lift your arm. Aim and pull that motherfucking trigger."
His voice doesn't sound like his own. He sounds… excited.
It's just another clue to how fucked up he really is.
"O-okay." Alex does as he's told, and I suck in a sharp breath.
I really don't want this for him. Killing someone will eat him alive, I just know it.
> Everyone around me gasps simultaneously, and only two seconds later, the sound of a round firing makes us all jump. But when I look, the guy is still alive, Alex is trembling violently, and the gun is hanging limply in his hand.
"What the fuck, Rexford? Do it again."
"I… I can't," Alex whimpers.
"Motherfucker." Cade slams his palm into Alex's chest. "This is why Q won't let Channing go. They know what a fucking pussy his replacement is. Kill him, or there will be repercussions for you, Rexford."
Unable to watch Alex take Cade's wrath, I take a step forward. "I'll do it. Just leave him alone. He's not ready."
Cade turns his manic eyes on me. "Fine,” he smirks, almost triumphantly, “but next time, the kill is his."
Alex looks up at me, his eyes full of unshed tears, but he nods in agreement.
A smile twitches at my lips.
I owe Alex this. After everything he did for me when I first arrived—even if Marcus did set it up—he's been nothing but good to me.
I take the gun from his still trembling hand and lift it to the guy who's silently staring at the floor. Taking aim, and without putting another thought into it, I fire.
"We done here?" I ask, knowing without looking that I hit my target.
"Moore, Cargill, clean up. We'll be waiting in the cars," Cade barks and marches past me as if this is just a normal day.
I guess maybe it is for him.
I follow him out with my heart in my throat and my stomach churning.
Swallowing down the contents of my lunch, I force myself to plaster on a blank expression as if what I just did was nothing. That I’m as much a monster as Cade.
