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Putting the old man’s chest in-between the crosshairs I breathe in, breathe out, still my body, and gently squeeze the trigger.
Immediately he drops, boneless, the phone falling from his hand.
Disassembling and packing my rifle with lightning precision and speed I get it inside my backpack and dash toward the house. Guards are coming outside which is making this play out exactly as I thought.
Ducking behind a tree I pull the pin on a grenade, hoisting it to within twenty yards of the front door. I duck behind the tree and two seconds later the explosion rocks the earth.
Running around toward the other side of the house I run right up to the fence, incoming shots piercing the crisp night air. Unpinning a second grenade I huck it right onto the roof and take off like a bat out of hell, rolling and ducking for cover a split second before the explosion.
Mayhem ensues as I make the trek back to my motorcycle, racing away from the scene and directly to the rival mafia boss’s underground poker game…the one he plays himself once a week.
News of what happened has already spread and I catch sight of the family patriarch being escorted out of his weekly game, clearly for precaution.
Good idea, slow execution.
I throttle the bike and ride right up to his Suburban as it’s taking off, throwing the grenade into the window and then making a blistering u-turn, smoke billowing from my exhaust and the street as I burn rubber in the opposite direction.
The SUV explodes into an inferno as I drive away.
Mission complete.
With both heads of the family eliminated there will be both power struggles internally and between the families for control of territory. It will be a perfect storm and no doubt the cops will be busy over the next six to twelve months.
I’ve gone from most wanted to irrelevant in a matter of seconds. But I’m not stupid. I’m not about to press my luck.
After I complete my jobs I always go in the wind for a time, let things cool off, and see where the dust settles before I make my presence felt.
I’ll do the same this time, but this time much more permanently.
Speeding through the streets I make my way back to the warehouse, more satisfied than I’ve ever been. I open the garage door and pull the bike inside, not worrying about waking my Sapphire up because we’re leaving, heading to the airport right now.
“Babe. We’re out of here. Grab your stuff. Time for a vacation.”
Hearing nothing I detour from heading to the bathroom to the bed…where she’s nowhere to be found.
“Don’t fuck with me, Sapphire. Where are you?”
I turn over the house looking for her, only to come out empty-handed. There’s no way she could have escaped so where is she?
That’s when the light bulb goes off. There is one place if she got really creative.
Rushing to the bathroom my heart sinks in my chest. There sits a chair and the window, open, the protective rebar gone.
“No!” I yell so loud that I’ve surely given up my position.
A dog barks in the night, followed by another and then another.
“No!” I yell again, dropping to my knees as I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut, the life knocked completely out of me.
I planned and executed everything to perfection, except the most important part. I overestimated her loyalty or her lack of fear.
Or maybe I just got caught in my feelings for her and projected even a fraction of those back onto me.
Regardless…she’s gone.
Which is not acceptable.
Moving to my safe, I open it seeing that it’s clearly been untouched since I left it, her phone still there, along with a large chunk of my money. The cash I had ready for a solid ten years of life in the Bahamas.
