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“When it comes to money and wealth, there are many things you don’t see, Kyla. The fact he has been hiding from us a little more lately is sending the wrong signals, no?”
“I guess you’re right. Who’s the other kill?”
“That’s none of your concern. You need to focus on your job and not the job of my men,” he tells me. Mitchel Marcos. The king of this empire he’s built. I should be thankful he’s my father and not someone else, but it's a little hard to be grateful when I was raised to do his dirty work. I was raised to kill, or rather kill for him. I do the jobs most of his men wouldn’t be able to because, as a woman, I can get in close with the male targets.
“I am focused. I was just curious,” I tell him.
“And now you’re not. Keep your job in mind, Kyla. We don’t need any mistakes.”
“When have I made a mistake?” I ask him feeling a little pissed off at the comment.
“You haven’t yet, but there’s always a time and a place,” he adds.
“You think I’m going to make a mistake?” I ask him. He shrugs his shoulders as he looks at me.
“It’s hard to say. Things happen.”
“Things don’t happen like that on my watch,” I remind him. With that, I toss my hair over my shoulder and head back out of his office. I walk down the long hall before hitting the stairs and heading out the front door. I want to tag along. I want to be a part of whatever Jeremy is doing.
“Where are you going?” he asks when I come to stand next to him. I glance up at him and smile, giving him a wink.
“With you,” I tell him. He shakes his head before smirking at me.
“Did your dad tell you you could?”
“Hell no.”
“Fine. Come on,” he says, holding the car door open for me. I climb in with Jeremy right behind me. If my father finds out, I went along on this job; he’d be pissed. Maybe that’s why I’m going along.
The car takes off, and we travel through the streets. I watch out the window as the scenery changes. People go on with their lives not knowing there are killers in the car passing them. They don’t know who we are or what we do. To them, we’re just ordinary people making our way someplace. If only they knew. What would they think? What would they do?
“What are you thinking about?” Jeremy asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
“What’s it like to be normal.”
“We’ll never be normal, Kyla. Not in our lifetime anyway.”
“You think we could be in another life?” I ask, turning to look at him now. He looks at me, really looks at me, and then shakes his head.
“We’re not good people,” he tells me, his voice low. He’s right. We’re not good people. We’re killers. We’re assholes. We do bad things to people. There’s no way we could live normal lives.
“I find myself sometimes wondering,” I tell him. He reaches over and runs his fingers along my cheek before shaking his head.
“There’s no point. We’re doomed to this. This is our destiny.” I don’t want to believe that. I don’t want to think that way, but he’s probably right. We’re doomed to this life. There’s nothing we can do about it, either. We are who we are, and we were born for this. Jeremy isn’t much different than I am. His father was a soldier for my father before he was killed on one of his jobs. Jeremy took over for him when he was old enough. My father doesn’t care about age. He doesn’t care about your life or what you want. All he sees is himself, his wants, and his needs.
I sigh as I sit back against the leather seat and gaze out the window. We’re getting closer to our mark. I can feel it. The blood starts pumping a little harder, the heat beating a little faster. That’s how in tune with this shit I actually am, so it doesn’t surprise me when we pull up next to a few massive houses.
“They aren’t home. We go in and set up. Bypass their security, and we’re in,” Jeremy speaks into the walkie-talkie in his hand. I hear the others agree before he passes me a ski mask. Then it’s game time.
Chapter 5
Mystic
I’ve never been so happy to be home. My safe place. My haven. The one place I can be myself and never have to look over my shoulder.
We walk inside and set the bags on the floor when the screams come. My body stiffens, and blood rushes through my ears.
“Get on your knees!” the man’s voice yells. I look at my wife, daughter, and her boyfriend and nod. They drop to their knees as panic and fear fill their vision. I slowly go down on my knees, wondering who this is and what they want. How the fuck they got in. So many things are running wild in my head that I can’t keep them all straight.
