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Knox
Fuck,I could go for some pizza right now.
Pepperoni and sausage. With pineapple. Or ham. Ham and pineapple. No olives though. Maybe some banana pepper. The fucking supreme ones always have goddamn olives on them, and I hate those little fuckers. Little salty assholes. Almost as bad as mushrooms. Who the fuck thought mushrooms were a good idea? Probably the same idiots who hide them under the cheese so you get a slimy little surprise when you’re going for the hot, cheesy goodness.
I should’ve eaten before this, goddammit.
I’m camped out outside Julian’s massive house with nothing but my own thoughts to entertain me, and I switch back and forth between craving pizza and thinking about how I’d like to barge into Julian’s place and drag him down to that little basement he kept River in. Really make him pay for what he did to her.
He probably doesn’t have the kind of tools I do, but that’s okay. I can improvise. I’ve got car keys, and I bet he has a real nice set of kitchen knives in there that I could break out and use. He seems like the type, the showy motherfucker.
I’m a good distance away from the house, and I’ve got a drone with a camera attached to it, ready to go. Now all I need is my target to get his ass in place, and I can use it.
Maybe I won’t do pizza. Maybe a steak sandwich. With onions and peppers. No mushrooms. Lots of cheese sauce too. Or pizzaanda steak sandwich. Fuck it. I deserve it after doing this shit.
The thoughts of cheesy goodness are interwoven with the thoughts of fucking Julian up, and I laugh a little under my breath, imagining eating a slice of pizza while slowly jamming my car keys into his thigh.
Yeah, that would be fun.
He’d be in pain, I’d be in heaven.
I’m just killing time now, letting my mind wander. I text River a few times, asking her what she wants for dinner and telling her I’m still waiting for this asshole to show up.
She’s in favor of pizza, but she stabs me right in the fucking heart when she says she actually likes mushrooms and I’m crazy for thinking they’re worse than olives.
The fucking betrayal. She’s lucky I can’t get enough of her, even if she does like mushrooms. Slimy little monsters.
I catch some movement near the house, and that gets my attention back on the mission at hand. Julian’s car pulls up to the house, and the man himself gets out.
Just seeing him makes my lip curl and my palms itch. Restlessness beats in my blood, and I have to remind myself that I’m here for a reason. This is a step in the plan, and the plan will make it so River can kill Julian in the end. She’s the one who deserves to take him out, and maybe she’ll let me watch at least. That would be good.
He goes inside, and I steer the drone to the house, keeping it out of sight.
It’s a handy little toy, equipped with a camera and mic, perfect for spying. I’ve got a tablet on my lap that lets me see and hear everything that’s going on.
He’s pacing in the living room, his phone up to his ear. I can’t hear whoever’s on the line, but I can hear Julian, and he sounds fucking pissed.
“I know what they fucking said. I don’t need you to read me the accident report again, you goddamn idiot!” he snaps. “It’s too neat, is what I’m saying. That runner has made that trip plenty of times, and now all of a sudden he forgets how to fucking drive and runs my shit off the road?” He’s quiet, listening to what the other person is saying. Through the camera, I can see the tension in his body as he paces, and I grin. Good. He fucking deserves it.
“How the fuck should I know?” he explodes in response to whatever the person said. “That’s not my job to know this shit. All I’m saying is, it’s suspicious. Maybe the suppliers want to cut out the middle man or some fucking gang wants to get in my way because they don’t like that I’m cornering the market on this shit. I don’t trust anyone involved in this shit as far as I can throw them!”
That’s even better. He thinks the sabotage, if there is any, is coming from someone involved with the cocaine selling in the city. He doesn’t seem to suspect River or the rest of us at all.
I smirk, pleased. That’s just what we were hoping for, especially given the fact that Cyrus’s death was carried out by someone other than us, and there are plenty of witnesses to that. We’ve managed to keep the suspicion off us the whole time, and I have to hand it to Gage. He’s always right about when to go subtle and play the game the right way.
But Julian is obviously starting to feel the pressure of shit going wrong. He’s not all smarmy and smug now, and he looks like he’s a step away from tearing out his hair in frustration. I grin savagely. Karma’s a bitch, and her name is River.
“Shut the fuck up!” Julian snarls. “Just shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear anything else about that. I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you work for me. You got that? You do what the fuck I say. If I say jump, you ask me how high and if I want you to do it in a fun little costume. You don’t talk back to me. I know there’s something going on. Shit’s been going wrong left and right, and it’s not just accidents. It’s volatile fucking drug dealers and suppliers being shitty. I know what the fuck I’m talking about, do you hear me?”
He doesn’t give the other person time to respond before he hangs up the call and stands in the middle of the room, breathing hard. He looks pissed, hands clenched so tight it looks like he might crush his phone.
Eventually he lets out a long, slow breath and then drags his fingers through his hair. He’s crumbling a little, and I love to see it.
Another car pulls up to the house, and I don’t recognize it, but I do recognize the bitch who gets out. Natalie. I almost gag at the sight of her. I hate this frigid bitch so much.
She lets herself in, and Julian’s agitation is pretty obvious.
