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I creep across the floor, careful of where I step until I reach the study. One more glance around the hall, and I know I’ve gotten in unseen. No one knows I’m here. No one will think it was us.
I slide my hand behind my back, grabbing my gun to which I’ve already attached the silencer. Then I spin and step into the study where he sits. Mr. Dalamico. My next target.
“Fancy seeing you here,” I say as he lifts his head, eyes wide in shock. He’s about to open his mouth to scream when I shake my head and hold the gun up, aiming directly at him. I walk slowly and carefully across the study floor until I stand directly in front of him.
“What do you want?” he asks, his voice shaking slightly.
“What every girl wants. Diamonds, of course.”
“I don’t have them. Whatever he told you, I don’t have them,” he whines.
“Who is he?”
“I don’t know. Whoever you’ve been talking to. They lied to you.” I tsk at him.
“I don’t think so. They know what happens if I’m lied to. Lives like to be lived, Dalamico.” I watch him squirm in his seat. He has to know this is it. I often wonder what they think when they know the end is near, what they feel, what they sense. Do they know I’m the grim reaper? Do they know that I’m the one who’s going to end their lives, or do they think there’s a way out of this?
“Kyla, please. I don’t know where the diamonds are,” he pleads. I place my gun on my lap just as he reaches under his desk.
“That gun’s gone,” I inform him. Knowing that I was the one to remove it. Then he moves for the other when I speak, “Gone as well.” He sits back in his chair, eyes wide as he looks at me.
“I can give you money.”
“I have money. I want diamonds,” I tell him. “Not just any diamonds will do, Mr. Dalamico. I want my family’s diamonds.”
“I don’t have them, Kyla. I swear to you.”
“Maybe not, but you had a hand in taking them. Of all the families in the world and you chose mine. How ironic for you.”
“I didn’t know they were yours,” he says, sweat dripping down his temples.
“You did. I know you did. We both know you did.” Now he’s making me angry, and no one likes when I’m angry. I lift the gun and aim it at him once more, tired of playing this game. “You will tell me where my diamonds are, or I will take all you have. Every last cent, and I will leave that pretty little wife of yours with your dead body in return,” I warn. He shifts in his seat, knowing damn good and well he isn’t about to tell me anything. He won’t tell me who has them, and I’ll end up doing this all over again with another family. That’s perfectly fine by me.
“I … I don’t know, Kyla. I swear to you.” Rolling my eyes, I’m sick of hearing that. I get tired of hearing them say those things to me.I swear, Kyla. I swear I don’t know.When in reality, they know. They know exactly what it is I want and where to find it.
I stand from my chair and walk around to his, shoving him back a little. Then I step over, straddling him as I press the gun to the side of his head.
“Mr. Dalamico. Things could have been a lot easier than this. We could have had so much fun together. We could have been fucking over my diamonds as we speak, but alas, you don’t want to cooperate with me. That’s a problem,” I tell him, running the gun down his neck and over his chest. I press the barrel hard against him, letting him know I’m not playing around. Then I lean in and press my lips to his before pulling the trigger. I sit back and look at what I’ve done before climbing off him and heading for the door. If I have everything timed right, which I’m sure I do, his little wife will come in shortly to ask him to bed.
I slink out of the room and back down the hall, rounding the corner and stalking back to my entry point in record time when I hear her scream. I look down at my watch and smirk. Right on time.
I sneak down the side of the house and out in the darkness where I belong before anyone can figure out what’s happened. I disappear. It’s what I do. I’m gone under the cover of night.
I race through the trees and come out on the other side where I left the car. As soon as I see it, I hop in and tell Jeremy to take off. He presses the gas and takes off as I remove my dark jumpsuit. I toss it into the back before adjusting myself and sitting in the seat.
“I suppose no diamonds were found?” he asks.
“Nope. He didn’t have them.”
“Who do you think it is?”
“I don’t know, honestly. Father isn’t going to be happy.”
“Is he ever?”
“Not usually, but this is worse than usual. If we don’t find the diamonds soon, he’s going to lose it.”
“If he hasn’t lost it already,” Jeremy says. He’s right about that.
