Read Online For Nothing by Nicholas Denmon - Free Book Online

rested powerless against Rontego’s as it clasped on his mouth.
    The blood was pouring too free now. With each beat of his heart, more blood oozed from the perfect line across his Adam’s apple. With each beat of his heart he felt more of his life drain away.
    He died contemplating that simple irony.
    Rontego looked over his shoulder as he held the man down as the last nervous impulses twitched through his legs and arms. When the movement subsided, Rontego eased upward, his dark silhouette outlined against the window frame.
    His next victim was stil asleep. He walked right in front of the man. His head tilted to the left as he contemplated the man in front of him. He paused as if undecided. Then, having made up his mind, Rontego leaned forward and placed a hand over the man’s mouth while digging the point of his knife into the man’s neck.
    The man woke up, his eyes confused. As the sleep ran from him, his eyes opened wide and fright crept into them. He too realized his doom. Rontego leaned forward to within an inch of the man’s ear.
    “Listen careful y. I am going to ask you questions and you’re gonna answer. Al answers wil be done with a simple shake of your head, yes or no.
    Unless you want to end up like your friend over there.
    Do you want to end up like him?” Rontego goaded his prisoner.
    The man shook his head from side to side.
    “Good,” Rontego purred. “Now, is there anyone else with you?”
    The man paused. Rafael pushed the point deeper against his throat and a trickle of blood deeper against his throat and a trickle of blood slipped out and traveled down his neck. He shook his head up and down so fast it almost rol ed off his shoulders.
    “Wel , I don’t need you then, do I?” Rafael smiled at the man.
    Nothing pleased him more than playing with his victim before ending him. The man began to protest, but again Rafael’s hand muffled any sound.
    “Now, that’s not nice! I wasn’t gonna hurt you.
    But alas, you broke the rules my dear friend. And around here, when you break the house rules....” With that the hit man leaned forward and with one hand stil pressed over the man’s mouth, he pushed in with the other and plunged the knife deeper into the man’s throat.
    He smirked with satisfaction as he felt his blade slide against the top vertebrae of the victim’s spinal column and as he retracted the blade, felt the pul as he snapped the final wavelengths that sent al commands to the brain’s epicenter. This one didn’t twitch. The life simply, drifted, away.
    Both kil s took no more than several minutes.
    There was one place the remaining intruder could be. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard the flush of his toilet.
    So, the bastards found the secret entryway to his porcelain throne room. Not only did they find his bathroom, the fuckers were desecrating it. What kind of person would break into his place, and then, take it upon himself to SHIT in it?
    Rontego felt the heat rise to his face.
    Disrespect for disrespect.
    He slipped into his closet and waited outside for the guy in the john to walk out. He rested his back against the wal to the side of the bathroom and melted into the shadows. He waited as he heard the man turn on the faucet to wash his hands. He waited as the man dried them. Then he waited as the man opened the door and walked past him. He walked past the assassin and paused in the entryway to the closet. There in front of him he saw both of his downed partners.
    “Aw...Fuck,” the words passed out of the man’s mouth just a moment before the crush of something hard against the back of his skul throwing him into unconsciousness.
    Rafael knew the man must have thought death had come for him. When he awoke, he would wish it had.
    The assassin rol ed the man over and bound his feet and wrists with plastic binds that would tighten but never release unless cut. He then scooped the man up and slung him over his shoulder. He wasn’t that heavy. He probably weighed