Page 35 of The Reaper

Max followed, stopping when guests came out of the elevators, before quickly retreating to his room.

I grabbed my phone, redialing Zero’s number.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“Whenever you are.”

“Let me log in to their server.” Zero’s plan was to get into the hotel’s security server to replace the surveillance with a recording, deleting the actual footage of me entering and leaving the target’s room. “I’m in,” she said after a few moments.

“Give me an hour,” I said. I didn’t need that much time, I could do the assignment in five minutes, but I planned on having fun with this motherfucker.

“Good luck,” she said before hanging up.

I grabbed the vial of Propofol from my bag, drawing a syringe full for my new best friend. After replacing the paraphernalia into the duffel, I slid into my leather gloves, popped on a hat to hide my face, and headed out to pay someone a little visit.

Max was sitting in a plush armchair jacking his nearly limp miniature cock when I snuck into his room. He wore a virtual reality headset, allowing me to enter without being noticed. His frantic hand jerked his meat while he panted, sticking his tongue out like a maniac.

I silently approached him, even going as far as to hold my breath, when I stepped carefully over the cords connected to the tripod that was set up to record his victims.

“That’s right,” he groaned. “Take my fat cock.”

Fighting hard not to chuckle, I stood behind him.

Max tensed mere seconds before the needle glided into his oily neck with precision. “What the f—” He attempted to stand and grabbed at his neck, but my special cocktail had him slumped to the floor before he could.

I set about moving him to the bed, tying his arms and legs to the corner posts with rope. After repositioning Max’s tripod, I aimed the camera at him. He was out, and completely naked, when I poured a bucket of icy water on his head.

He gasped in surprise. “Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?” He squirmed, wriggled, and twitched as he tried to free himself, but he was wasting his energy. “What are you gonna do to me?” His eyes darted to the door. “HELP!” Max thrust his face forward, headbutting my left eye.

“Fucker!” That was going to give me a black eye. I gagged his mouth with a dirty sock I had found lying on the floor. “You yell one more time and I’mma shoot your mouth with this.” I tapped my pistol against his pimpled nose, causing his eyes to widen. “And your breath smells like shit, rotten like your sorry ass.” The last statement was irrelevant, but I was petty like that. “Now, are you gonna cooperate?”

He bobbed his head, mumbling a muffled “yes.”

I pulled the sock out of his mouth, tossing it to the side. “Now, do you remember these women?” I tugged his hair, forcing him to look at the images I had in my hand.

“I don’t know them,” he said. “SOMEONE’S TRYIN’ TO KILL ME!” he screamed.

Motherfucker. I should’ve known. I swung my gun at his face, where it thudded against his eyebrow. His skin broke from the force, blood splattered the white pillowcase. “You fucking scream one more time and you’re dead.” I was giving him false hope, since he was dead the moment my feet touched the ground in Monaco.

“Okay, okay,” Max said, the last of his bravery slipping away. “Name your price. Whatever you need, just don’t kill me.”

I loved it when they begged. “I don’t need your money.” They were all the same, believing their fat wallets could save them.

“Then what do you want?”

“These women, where did—”

“I don’t know them!”

I slapped him with the back of my gloved hand. “You interrupt me one more time and we’ll see what happens. I’m gonna ask you again, and I want you to think before you answer.”

The pathetic wimp nodded like a trained dog.

“Look at these women.” I held the images in front of him again. “Where are they?” I raised my gun when Max’s mouth opened and desperation filled his eyes. “Remember my warning,” I reminded him. “Think carefully. Take your time.”

He stared at the photos, squinting through the blood and sweat dripping into his eye. He shook his head. “How would I know? I don’t recognize any of them.”

I narrowed my eyes and twitched my trigger finger, making my deadly intent clear. “Think harder.”

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