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We waste no time after we see the lights turn on upstairs. We make our move, hurrying to the house. I know my job, so I get into position as he silently moves around the side after placing a determined kiss on my lips.
I wait for the signal, a slow whistle, and then I frantically knock on the door, keeping my head down and swaying my body as if I’m in pain. “Please help!” I scream, still pounding. A moment later, the door rips open, and a man is framed in the light. He appears confused as he peers down at me before glancing behind me as I practically faint into him. “Thank God.”
“What’s wrong?” he asks, grabbing my shoulders and tugging me inside, looking me over. Something akin to glee enters his eyes, even as he pretends to be worried. “Are you hurt? Were you attacked?”
I smirk at him as I straighten. “No, but you’re about to be.” I giggle and step back as Ghost appears, having broken in through the back door while the man was distracted. He steps behind Master and brings the butt of his gun down hard on his head. The man, Master, collapses forward with a groan, slumping to the hardwood floor with an audible thump.
Grinning at a stern-faced Gray, I whistle as I kick the front door shut and engage the lock before propping my hands on my hips. “Where to, boss man?”
“Living room,” he answers as he effortlessly throws the man over his shoulder. I quickly scan the corridor, noting the family pictures and decor before finding the living room. It’s to the right of the entrance with huge bay windows. I quickly shutter the blinds and draw the curtains before lowering the lights. Gray tosses the man on one of the perfect white sofas facing a fireplace with a huge painting above it. The fact that this man has white sofas is enough to let me know he’s a psycho.
Knowing what Gray wants, I hurry to the dining room I glimpsed on the way in and grab a wooden dining chair, which I haul back and place in the middle of the room on the ridiculous matching white rug. Gray grunts in approval and pulls some rope from his bag. I watch as he ties the man’s arms and legs to the wooden chair.
I say nothing, seeing how tightly Gray is wound. He is barely holding it together.
It must be hard for him, and I promise myself to make it as easy as possible.
Gray grabs his phone and does something on it before setting it up on the mantel. Swinging my legs where I’m perched on the sofa, I watch the unconscious man with a questioning gaze. He’s not what I was expecting. He’s plump around the middle, tall, and good-looking with graying hair and wrinkles, but… normal.
But isn’t that the point? After all, I know how easily monsters and evil hide behind a cajoling smile. Anger fills me as I see Gray struggling, his eyes darting to the man, wide and unfocused.
Seeing such a strong, capable, and dangerous man weak because of this very human monster makes me furious.
He’s on edge, no doubt remembering everything this man did to him, and I’ve never hated someone as much as I hate this man tied up in his own living room. I might never know the specifics of what he did to Gray, but I have a pretty good guess, and it makes me feel sick.
And incensed.
Filled with rage, I get up and stop before him, slapping him hard.
His head jerks to the side.
“Doe,” Gray warns, but I ignore him and slap this walking, talking nightmare again until he groans as his head lifts. His eyes are slitted, and his mouth is turned down.
I need to prove to Gray he’s not untouchable or in charge anymore, and that the only control he holds over the man I love is caused by fear.
This man, this monster, deserves to suffer for everything he has done, and Gray needs to be the one to do it.
“Who are you?” he slurs.
“Your worst fucking nightmare,Master,” I mock.
He jerks, his entire body stiffening. Grabbing his chin, I force his eyes to mine. “That’s right. Tonight, you’ll pay for your crimes. Tonight, you’ll be the prey, and your predator?” I step behind him, keeping his head up as his eyes land on Gray. “Remember him?”
I feel him swallow against my hand. Gray is stiff, and his face is closed down. I don’t know if I’m helping or hindering, but he’s unsure, so I’ll take charge. I’ll make this fucker pay for hurting the man I love since clearly no one else ever has. “Do you remember him?” I scream in his ear.
“Yes,” he whispers. “Yes, I remember him.”
“Good boy,” I purr, squeezing his throat in punishment. I keep my eyes on Gray as I lean in, my mouth near his ear once more. “Then you remember what you did to him. Well, that little boy you hurt grew into a dangerous man, a killer, one intent on getting revenge. A ghost in the system, an animal you made. No one will help you, just like no one helped him. Tonight, you’re his.” With that threat hanging in the air of this fucking pristine white living room that will soon be covered in his blood, I step back. Gray starts to swell with purpose and resolve, curbing his own troubled emotions. This is not about me or about killing for a job.
This is about him facing his demons, his past, and I’ll be right alongside him the whole way until he gets his revenge. To prove it, I walk around the man and grip Gray’s chin, tugging him down until I can kiss him. He’s stiff at first before he relaxes into my touch. Keeping my lips against his, I whisper so Master can’t hear, “If it gets to be too much, if it gets too hard, tell me. I’m here, my love. You are not alone. I’ll end his miserable life for you. I’ll end them all if it will help,” I vow, and it’s true.
I would kill every fucker who ever hurt the boy with the stormy eyes.
The boy who protected me.
Who continues to protect me.
He might be willing to walk through hell and endure any pain possible to keep me safe, but me? I’m willing to bathe in blood and watch the world burn to save him.
