Page 97 of Run From Me

“I guess we’ll just go with enemies. Spit at me again, and I’ll go for something a bit more vital next time.”

Words ceased.

“So compliant. Did your boss tell you the hazards of your job?”

No one spoke, so I brought my handy knife up to his ear and slowly dragged the blade over it. The edge was sharp enough to cut paper. Sharp enough for the pain to take a moment to register, and when it did, he whimpered.

“What? Fuck no. We were wired the money. Set up a venue. Invite all the garbage on the street. We didn’t even know who the fucking fighters were. We were just meant to get the cops there as soon as the fights started,” the guy said.

The one next to him chimed in.

“There was this other guy. Creepy smile dude, he bragged that he got the elite fighters. Big name gangs and shit. He was running his mouth about the money he’d gotten to hire some semi-pro fucks to make sure the gangs knew who was boss.”

I stepped away from the two guys hanging.

“This sucks. They’re already singing like fucking chorus girls.” I tossed the knife down and paced.

I needed to feel blood running down my hands. I needed to let out the demons pent up from too many nights without the release of a kill.

Cali’s fucking pussy probably needed me to kill something before I fucked her to death.

The thoughts of her calmed the rage and my pacing slowed. Zeid reached for my arm.

“You good?”

I thought for a second.

Shit.

I was.

“Yeah. I’m good.”

I smiled at Cas and Zeid.

“It doesn’t look like they have any other information, correct?”

Both of brothers nodded.

“Alright then. Let’s get back to the party.”

Each of us got one of the assholes. I stood in front of the guy who spit at me as my phone rang. Shit.

I picked it up and just listened.

“Boss. She’s gone.”

My heart dropped, and even as I ran the blade through the guy’s main artery, nothing registered. Nothing could calm the race in my damn heart.

“How?”

The guy on the other end spoke.

“She said she needed air so we were walking her out, and somehow there was a car waiting for her. She got in willingly.”

Fucking hell.

“Of course she did,” I said to no one and hung up.

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