Page 31 of The Hitman's Secret Love Child

I started with the kitchen. It was clear. Carrying on to the rest of the house, I came up empty. I have to say, despite it being convenient that they had already come and gone there was a part of me that had been hoping for a conflict. There were a lot of emotions running through me right now and perhaps an altercation would give me the outlet I needed to release some of my pent-up frustration.

With a sigh, I was about to leave Austin’s bedroom when I heard the soft creak of a floorboard in the other room. For a brief moment my entire body froze up before creeping to the doorway and peeking out, using the doorway to my advantage, shielding the majority of my body from the other person’s line of sight.

A grin spread across my lips when I saw the person in the other room. It was the piece of shit who was sent to hire me. He seemed oblivious to my presence and I was totally all right with that. In another minute or so he’d be dead.

Bracing myself to propel from the bedroom and shoot the man in the back of the head – no need for small talk – I immediately reconsidered. The last thing I needed or wanted was to have the police seeking out Robyn for questioning. Easy enough, I’d follow him out.

Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

He left and with me trailing behind. While he waited for the elevator, I took the stairs, rushing down the floors so quick it was as if the devil himself were on my heels. Confident I beat him to the lobby floor, I jogged through the lobby and out into the afternoon air. Crossing the street, I waited for him to emerge, hiding behind a food cart.

Moments later he emerged and headed toward the train station with me hot on his heels. The man was completely oblivious. I mean, fuck, I bet I could have walked up beside him and he never realize it was me. ow How strung out do you have to be to be that unperceptive? Either way, it was to my advantage.

Instead of heading to the train platforms he slipped into the bathroom. Giving the station a look around, I smiled. It was nearly deserted and it was one of the older stations in the city that didn’t have any cameras. This couldn’t be any more perfect, really.

Taking a final look around me I entered the bathroom behind him. The disgusting excuse for a human being was leaning over the pedestal sink, snorting a line of coke off the equally disgusting porcelain sink. Pathetic. Killing him would be like shooting fish in a barrel.

Pulling a knife from the holder strapped to my calf, I silently crossed the small room and stepped up behind him.

“Occupied, asshole. Fuck off,” he growled as he lifted his head, his glassy hazed eyes lifting to meet my gaze in the mirror. It took a moment, but there was recognition in his eyes. “Well, lookie here, just the person I need to have a talk with.”

In one swift movement, I was across the room and my blade was at the front of his neck, the tip digging into the flesh. In this situation, most men would have fear in their eyes. Not this man. He had powdered courage running through his veins, his sense of pain drastically dimmed.

“Where is she?” he asked.

“Somewhere safe.”

His eyes narrowed at me. “You’ve fucked over the wrong people, asshole. Gabriel won’t stop until he gets what he wants. It’s you and that bitch on a platter.”

The crackhead was going to go into a monologue that I had no intention of indulging. Any minute someone could walk in on us.

“I’m not the one who is going to need to be worried.” In a fluid movement the knife slipped into and across his neck. Blood gushed from the cut, the force of the pumping shooting it across the sink to splatter against the mirror. He gurgled something as his eyes went wide and his body began to get heavy against me. Pulling the knife from his neck I stepped away, letting his body collapse to the ground as he clutched at his neck, writhing in pain. Yanking off a piece of paper towel from the dispenser, I wiped the blade clean before slipping it back into its place against my leg and then stuffing the paper towel into the trash can.

I left the bathroom, sight unseen.

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