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KILL
Raging on a Sunday- Bohnes
Sadly, Lik never woke up from the gunshot wound.
But Kill did.
And he isnotin a good mood.
“Give me one second,” I tell a shocked Viktor Volkov. He’s holding Rose down, although he won’t live to tell the tale.
I take a knife I’d strapped around my ankle and bend down to the dead body on the floor. A nice bullet to the head.
“Don’t be sad, Mr. Security Guard.”
I bring the knife just below his ear and push in until blood comes out. Then I move the blade all the way to the corner of his mouth and do the same on the other side. He’s now got a beautiful, joker-like, bloody smile.
“There, now he’s all happy.”
Viktor releases Rose and doesn’t try to hold her back as she runs to me.
Maybe it’s because I look like a serial killer with all the blood covering me. Maybe he now knows the rest of his security is dead with bloody smiles on their faces.
Or maybe he is a good man.
I chuckle to myself. “You’re not a good man, are you?”
“No,” he replies calmly. “I’m not.”
I nod. “But you’re honest.”
“Always.”
“Lik,” Rose says as she falls into my arms. “Oh my god, look at yourself. Are you okay?”
She searches my chest for the bullet wound. She won’t be able to see it in all this blood. It was minimal.
Well, as minimal as a bullet to the chest can get.
“It’s been three days,” Viktor tells me slowly. His low voice is pleasant to the ear. “How are you out of the hospital?”
“Ah,” I say as I grab Rose’s hand tightly in my bloody one. I wave the knife in the air as I explain the rest. “Kill is very strong. You can’t stop him with a bullet, Viktor. You’re going to have to try harder than that.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Kill?”
“Hello, nice to meet you,” I smile.
Rose’s eyes are as wide as saucers, and she looks at me like I’m some sort of maniac.
Oh wait. I am.
“Now, now. What should we do with you?”
“We’re leaving.” I missed her hoarse voice, how low it is for a woman. I missed her long black hair. I want to bury my hand in it and pull until she’s screaming.
“But the fun just started,” I pout. “Surely you want your revenge, too.”
“No,” she shakes her head. “I just want to leave.” There’s a certain fear in her voice I hate.
