Page 10 of All Your Hate

“How did you manage that?” Dean asks quietly, surprise tinging his voice.

I wiggle my brows at him, making the mask shift on my forehead and he nods in understanding.

Something he’s never cared to learn is how much easier it is to get what you want when you think with your dick rather than your fists.

Why waste your energy fighting someone when you can fuck them into giving you everything you want?

As soon as we step onto the estate, the guard who opened the gate for us comes into view. Dean’s like a vicious attack dog, already cornering him with his gun raised. When I see him switch to his blade, I know things are going to get very bloody very quickly.

“Not him. He's our inside guy.” I pull Dean back in time, but he doesn’t stop staring at the guy like he wants to tear him apart with his teeth.

“Why is he still here?” Dean grumbles.

“He’ll keep our exit clear. Don’t worry, he's good for it. Aren’t you, Donny?” I shoot the guy a wink and he looks like he’s about to piss his pants.

“Uh, it’s Danny. But yes I’m good. I swear. I’ll keep a lookout like you told me to and keep the gate unlocked for you.”

What a good boy. I don’t remember every lay I’ve ever had, but this guy was pretty recent and I have a vague recollection of how quickly he got to his knees for me.

“See? All good.” I shoot Danny an easy grin before patting Dean on the shoulder.

We head up to the front of the house. This place is pretty big, nothing unusual for someone of Tommaso Abato’s status.

I’ve met him a few times at some charity events that my father hosted. Being the heir to his empire of hotels means I have to attend. I don’t mind though, I get to fuck the night away and do a load of coke.

Tommaso is an ex-businessman who used to own a chain of restaurants until they went bust from a suspected drug and sex trafficking ring running through them. Of course, he denies the claims that he had anything to do with the mob. It lost him a lot of money though and I don’t know why he thought running for mayor was a good idea. Guess he wanted to get his good reputation back.

Unfortunately for him, his campaign is about to end before it’s even begun.

Dean silently taps me on the chest and we come to a stop. Considering how distant his mind’s been with his girl, he’s fully focused on the job now and he’s spotted the guard up ahead before me.

We did our best to get the number of feet on the property down tonight by hacking into the security team’s network and rescheduling their shifts. Usually, a guy like Tommaso wouldhave a handful of security, three or fourmax, not closer to a dozen. It’s odd, but doesn’t matter much for us tonight.

Before advancing we wait for the guard up ahead to move. When I spot an opening, I grab his wrists and yank them behind his back so Dean can come to his front and slice his throat.

He knows exactly where to cut to stop his face from being sprayed with a fountain of blood and instead, it slowly pumps from the gash, creating a waterfall of red down the man’s front.

Once he goes limp we both drag his body to an out-of-the-way spot.

“That was easy,” I say nonchalantly and Dean nods.

It’s been a while since we’ve worked together like this and I really have missed it. We’ve known each other for so long that we know exactly how the other likes to work. Dean's name in the industry isCarverthanks to his first few grizzly kills that caused quite a stir in the city.

I’ve told Dean before that we should team up permanently and becomeThe Bone Carver,but he always looks at me like I’m an idiot for suggesting it. That’s the problem with being the joker, when I want to be taken seriously no one believes me.

The inside of the house is just as quiet as outside. There are no other guards in sight, but we don’t drop our defenses. Upstairs, it doesn’t take too long to find our target’s bedroom.

Weirdly enough this guy's schedule is so rigid that he has‘bedroom time’penciled in. If that’s code for ‘fucking my wife’then we chose the right night for the job since she’s out at an event, so we shouldn’t have to see any wrinkly old ballsack tonight.

We hover outside the bedroom door, listening for any activity on the other side. It’s deadly quiet. Dean swings the door open, giving me room to rush in with my gun drawn. I’m happy to put a bullet straight into Tommaso’s skull as soon as we have eyes on him, but I know Dean wants to have some fun first. I swear hethinks of himself as an artist when it comes to his kills, using a knife like a damn paintbrush.

I prefer blunt force myself. Hence the nameBones. I don’t care how bloody a kill is, what I like is the feel and sound of bones breaking in my hands or under my boot. There’s just something cathartic about that snap. It’sASMRfor a killer like me.

I hear Dean come in behind me and we both spot Tommaso tucked up in bed. Then we see the person on the floor.

Her raven black hair covers her face and shoulders like a veil. A feeling stirs in my chest that I’ve not felt in a long time. It batters at my heart before dropping to my stomach, making me feel sick.

Images ofhercome to the forefront of my mind. Her shiny black hair blowing in the wind, her glowing face as she smiles brightly up at me. Then her lifeless eyes boring into mine, carving themselves deep into my memories.

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