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The sense of honor I’ve tried to uphold all these years seem insignificant to the woman in front of me.
I was hired to kill Ginger Russell, and I’ve never failed a job.
My body thrums with anticipation as she gets the last of the chains off, brushing her hands in a mock gesture.
“Good fucking riddance,” she mutters, and I actually smile.
“Annoying, aren’t they?” I comment, and she has the good grace to flush at that. Brushing a piece of hair behind her ear, she takes a step toward me, looking up into my face.
For a moment, I think she’s going to reach out to me, and I have to consciously resist moving toward her to bring her into my arms. That won’t help what has to happen next.
“What now?” she asks as I turn to the duffel bag I dropped by the door. Leaning down, I rifle through and pull out several items before handing them to her.
“Nice. What kind of gun is this?” she asks, holding up my newest pistol purchase.
“Maxim 9,” I tell her. “Built in silencer. Reliable and quiet, you’ll love it.”
She nods and looks at the weapon with interest before placing it into the holster I gave her to match.
It takes us only a few minutes to get completely armed. When I look over to see her with a few splatters of blood still decorating her skin and several of my knives and pistols strapped to her small frame, I feel my dick jump to attention. She licks her lips as she runs a finger down one of the blades before noticing me watching. A devilish smile crosses her face, and she puts a hand on her hips in a seductive gesture.
“Like what you see,” she teases, and I grunt, turning to zip up the bag while I adjust myself. Turning back to her, I hold up my cell phone.
“Come on, we need to move.”
I quickly pull up the tracking app and start moving around the fortress. Behind me, Ginger steps up.
“How the fuck did you pull that off?” she asks, nodding at the tracking app.
“Before I left,” I comment absently, frowning as I struggle to make the stupid thing work.
For the last month, it’s been set to Ginger’s tracker.
I’ll never tell her how I pathetically watched that little dot move around this room for weeks, wondering what was happening.
“Here,” I thrust the thing in her direction. “I can’t work this bullshit.”
She nods, not looking at me as she takes the app and quickly types in a few things. A moment later, the screen shifts to one of the meeting rooms where Krystof’s dot is along with a handful of others.
“He’s holding a board meeting,” she gasps beside me. I lean my neck to the side to crack it.
“Guess we’d better interrupt that meeting.”
Her responding smile is brilliant.
* * *
I feelthe anticipation of bloodshed rushing through my veins as we make our way through the CASH-ULTY fortress. With the tracking app, it’s easy to ignore the few guards who roam the halls, and it takes only minutes to get to the wing where the boardroom is.
“There should be three men attending from remote locations,” she tells me in a hushed voice as we move. “And the five that should be in the room with him.”
“Security?”
She shakes her head. “The boardroom is so deep inside this place, we’ve never had much. There will be the usual cameras, but we can disable the door locks so no one else can get in once we enter.”
I note how she doesn’t seem concerned with getting out after and count myself lucky I don’t need to have that conversation right now.
First step, take out CASH-ULTY.
