Page 79 of White Hole

Once I arrived at the mayor’s house, I was searched by a black-suited security guard before I even entered the house. He patted me down roughly and made me hand over my phone. When he felt up my dick, he paused and looked me in the eye. I stared him down.Yeah, man. It’s all me.

He backed away. I walked in the front door and another guard led me into a dining room. The mayor and my father sat at the head of the table and nodded at my entrance.

Barrett stood and shook my hand. “Welcome. Come in.” He held out his arm like the table was a buffet, but there was no food served yet. I wasn’t hungry; food would only distract me from what I needed to do later.

I took a seat next to my father. “Son, we know you got yourself entangled in this mess. But it’s time to end it.” George spoke to me, using his commanding voice.

“I agree.” Everyone seemed surprised, except for Barrett.

Mayor Grant cleared his throat. “You agree what?”

“I agree that theproblemneeds taken care of. Ended. I didn’t show up here just to help; I want to be the one to do it.”

The mayor seemed pleased. “Well, that’s great. You realize what ending it means, right?”

I hesitated. “I think so.”

My father eyed the mayor, then turned to me. “Son, we need her dead.”

“Kinsley?”

“Yes.”

“Got it. You want Kinsley Whittemore dead because of some stupid wreck? I want her dead because she broke my fucking heart.” My voice cracked when I spoke, despite struggling to not show emotion. “I’m putting that cunt in the ground.”

“Well, you won’t have to.” Barrett spoke up.

“We have it handled, Junior.” Mayor Grant said at the same time.

“I appreciate your efforts, George, but they have some people on it already,” said my father.

“What do you mean?”

Barrett said, “We have one of our guys picking her up now. She jogs about this time in the park. We got a new guy to handle it instead of those petty criminals. A professional.”

“You got a professional to kill Kinsley?” Heat rose up my face. I cracked my neck. This was my job to take care of, not some professional.

“Yes. A retired member of the force. We’ve played around enough with her and need to finish the job.”

“Take me to her.”

Barrett slicked his tongue over his teeth. “Told you he’d want to do it himself.” He laughed and his father smiled. Barrett called someone on his phone as the tense silence at the table continued. “It’s me… hold off for a bit. We got someone that wants to finish the job… Oh? Yeah, she’s a bitch like that. Just tie her down until we get there.”

Barrett ended the call and laughed. “Guess she kicked the shit out of his nuts when he grabbed her. Let’s go.”

Our fathers stayed behind as Barrett and I were driven to an old industrial park near my mother’s apartment complex. An abandoned metal warehouse as big as an airplane hangar stood on the banks of the water there. A light was peeking through the dark night from a crack in a large sliding door when we got out of the black Mercedes.

My steps were steady as we strolled into the building. Inside, there was a man dressed all in black, clutching his jaw. He stashed a gun into the back of his jeans as we approached. He looked bored. Behind him, Kinsley was sitting on a metal chair. She was blindfolded and had duct tape around her mouth. Her hands were behind her back; her feet were taped to the legs of the chair.

“We have lover boy here, Kinsley.” Barrett laughed.

She turned her head to hear us better.

“I can’t believe you guys didn’t just do away with her a while ago. Ended my misery before I got involved with her,” I muttered.

“Well, now you can.”

“Maybe if you hadn’t gotten so wasted and driven that night, I’d be okay.”

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