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Authors: Emilia Beaumont
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hadn’t allowed for a great deal of contact with her, I made sure she and Nixon were looked after, one way or another. But now I had let her down, now she was in the hands of someone dangerous, and I wasn’t so sure that he wouldn’t resort to hurting her just to get what he wanted.
“Dammit!” I roared, throwing the beer across the room, watching as it shattered against the wall in a thousand pieces. I didn’t like this feeling.
Colt had found my Achilles heel in Hazel, and he had me by the balls. I hadn’t seen Hazel since a few months after her high school graduation, having kept my promise about staying away after one torturous night that had tested my will power and scarred my memory forever.
Even Nixon didn’t know about that one. But now Nixon was dead, and I was all that Hazel had left. I couldn’t leave her alone anymore. She was a part of my ugly world now, and I fucking hated that fact. There was nothing I could hide from her anymore, and I was certain that her head had been filled with every dirty, sinful deed I had accomplished over the past ten years. I was older and harder than she would remember, and I was sure that she had changed, as well.
Raking my hand through my hair, I shrugged off all the emotional pieces of this issue. Nixon had always told me to keep my personal life and business separate. I needed to remember that. I couldn’t let Hazel occupy my thoughts if I wanted to stay alive. It was a weakness I couldn’t afford right now.
A creak in the hallway caught my attention, and I crouched low instinctively, surprise and fury filling my veins. Had someone dared enter my house? Dead man walking. Silently, I moved to the other side of the counter and waited until the shadow came into view. He was short and not at all bulky, the knife actually trembling in his hand as he looked wildly around the room. Idiot.
I was glad I hadn’t turned on the lights when I’d entered. The darkness was playing to my advantage. I was used to the dark; my eyes were able to focus on his shadow very well as he nervously swung the blade around. This was going to be a piece of cake.
Without making a sound, I waited until his back was turned, no doubt searching for me, before I launched myself at him, knocking him to the floor, subduing him in seconds and taking the knife from him like it was a piece of candy. His yelp of surprise was all he got out before I had him around the neck, positioning myself to end his life. “Who sent you?” I growled as he tried to maneuver himself out of my tight grip. Fat chance there. I had him locked in for the kill. The knife was ready should he try anything stupid.
I let up on the pressure as he started to gurgle, adrenaline running through my veins. This was the high I got from killing; fuelling me. There was nothing even remotely close in comparison. “Please don’t kill me!”
I grinned then, keeping my hands where they were. “Too late. You are going to die just because I fucking hate when people break into my apartment. So why don’t you cleanse yourself before you go to hell.”
“C-Colt,” he sputtered, the strong smell of urine filling the air. I had literally scared the piss out of him. “He wants you dead.”
“Why?” I yelled, wanting to make sure my suspicions were correct.
“I dunno, let me go!” The man struggled, his fists beating against my arm that held him. “Please, you were my first job. I-I didn’t know it was going to be like this.”
“Like you would have spared me? Don’t think so.” I snapped his neck in one smooth motion before letting him fall to the ground. I wasn’t going to get anything else out of him. Just another goon with a damn target and not much else.
My adrenaline raging now, I flipped on the light and nudged him with my boot, disgust filling my mouth. I shouldn’t have been surprised that Colt would try something like this. Maybe he was bored waiting for me to enter his little trap. But he’d showed his hand,
“Dammit!” I roared, throwing the beer across the room, watching as it shattered against the wall in a thousand pieces. I didn’t like this feeling.
Colt had found my Achilles heel in Hazel, and he had me by the balls. I hadn’t seen Hazel since a few months after her high school graduation, having kept my promise about staying away after one torturous night that had tested my will power and scarred my memory forever.
Even Nixon didn’t know about that one. But now Nixon was dead, and I was all that Hazel had left. I couldn’t leave her alone anymore. She was a part of my ugly world now, and I fucking hated that fact. There was nothing I could hide from her anymore, and I was certain that her head had been filled with every dirty, sinful deed I had accomplished over the past ten years. I was older and harder than she would remember, and I was sure that she had changed, as well.
Raking my hand through my hair, I shrugged off all the emotional pieces of this issue. Nixon had always told me to keep my personal life and business separate. I needed to remember that. I couldn’t let Hazel occupy my thoughts if I wanted to stay alive. It was a weakness I couldn’t afford right now.
A creak in the hallway caught my attention, and I crouched low instinctively, surprise and fury filling my veins. Had someone dared enter my house? Dead man walking. Silently, I moved to the other side of the counter and waited until the shadow came into view. He was short and not at all bulky, the knife actually trembling in his hand as he looked wildly around the room. Idiot.
I was glad I hadn’t turned on the lights when I’d entered. The darkness was playing to my advantage. I was used to the dark; my eyes were able to focus on his shadow very well as he nervously swung the blade around. This was going to be a piece of cake.
Without making a sound, I waited until his back was turned, no doubt searching for me, before I launched myself at him, knocking him to the floor, subduing him in seconds and taking the knife from him like it was a piece of candy. His yelp of surprise was all he got out before I had him around the neck, positioning myself to end his life. “Who sent you?” I growled as he tried to maneuver himself out of my tight grip. Fat chance there. I had him locked in for the kill. The knife was ready should he try anything stupid.
I let up on the pressure as he started to gurgle, adrenaline running through my veins. This was the high I got from killing; fuelling me. There was nothing even remotely close in comparison. “Please don’t kill me!”
I grinned then, keeping my hands where they were. “Too late. You are going to die just because I fucking hate when people break into my apartment. So why don’t you cleanse yourself before you go to hell.”
“C-Colt,” he sputtered, the strong smell of urine filling the air. I had literally scared the piss out of him. “He wants you dead.”
“Why?” I yelled, wanting to make sure my suspicions were correct.
“I dunno, let me go!” The man struggled, his fists beating against my arm that held him. “Please, you were my first job. I-I didn’t know it was going to be like this.”
“Like you would have spared me? Don’t think so.” I snapped his neck in one smooth motion before letting him fall to the ground. I wasn’t going to get anything else out of him. Just another goon with a damn target and not much else.
My adrenaline raging now, I flipped on the light and nudged him with my boot, disgust filling my mouth. I shouldn’t have been surprised that Colt would try something like this. Maybe he was bored waiting for me to enter his little trap. But he’d showed his hand,
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