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“Emric.” My head jerks up to see Bishop bee-lining towards me, a deep-seated scowl coating his face. “The fuck are you doing?” I reply with furrowed brows and a matching glare. “We gotta go.” His beefy hand rips the wire cutters out of my palm and tosses them back in my bag.

He knows better.

He’s fully aware that I don’t like it when someone interrupts me when I’m in the middle of—whatever it is you wanna call this shit. The boys have a different name for it.

Playtime.

Interrogation.

My fucked up torture games.

Regardless, I’m an asset to our group, B723. A secret government organization that only a handful of people know about.

A group of men that make sure the bad guys are six feet under. That the right person ends up in power to guide our country.

The unseen and unheard—that’s what we are.

“What the fuck do you want?” I leer as Bishop continues to stare me down.

“Screams,” he mutters. “Here? I don’t feel like killing a cop tonight.”

So...I forgot to gag her.

Rookie mistake. I’m a little overly emotional at the current moment; after all, my sister is the topic of why we’re here.

I needed a fast outlet—hence the pretty blonde.

Another blubber of anguish comes from her, but I ignore it.

“Then don’t,” I counter. “I’ll gag her and—“

“Too late.” His hand shoots out to grab my bicep. “She already blew our cover. Mills is downstairs checking the police scanner and—“

“How much more information do you want to spill in front of my victim, asshole?” I rip myself out of his grasp. “Get. Out.”

“She’s going to die anyway, isn’t she?” A pained and low squeal sounds on the floor, and the blonde is attempting to curl up into a ball in discomfort, fear—I don’t fucking know. Don’t care.

I hit him with an exasperated look because she’s going to do one of two things, depending on how smart she is.

One, she’s going to try to negotiate her fucking life for information. Two, she’s going to do what she’s doing now and plead innocence while hoping I believe her.

Needless to say, once you’re in my clutches, you don’t go home.

I took her for a reason.

I viewed her blonde hair glinting in the sun, making her look like a fucking entity that just crashed down to Earth.

One that was doing very unruly things to someone essential to me.

And little does the alluring celestial being know I’m a monster, not from the pits of hell because that shit is overrated, but from the depths of blackness.

I swallow things whole, never to be seen again.

She won’t be basking in the sun anytime soon now that I’ve cast my shadow over her.

“Please,” she begs for the millionth fucking time. “I promise I don’t know anything.”

“Calm down,” Bishop voices with sternness in his tone. “We’re going to go for a little ride.”

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