Page 20 of Savage Kingdom

Certified fucking genius. School didn’t intrigue me; it was all too basic. When girls came into the equation, they didn’t hold my attention. They were annoying little bitches that whined too much.

Then as soon as I turned of legal age, an agent came to me. I didn’t know what they wanted but knew they offered me a challenge. To a guy like me, that was a gift. Nothing called to me, nothing challenged me. I didn’t fucking feel.

No remorse, no pain, no love—nothing.

I was just numb.

So, eighteen-year-old me said why the fuck not.

I was trained, made into a weapon, one that was going to do good for my country. My mind was learning at the speed of someone two years older than me. As I grew older, my body honed itself into a machine to match it.

Then I wasn’t so empty anymore. Challenges fueled me, and fear, it excited me. Knowing how to kill made you dangerous. A killer with nothing to fear was fucking lethal.

My country would never admit it, but they were happy they had created a monster. Emotions could be faked, and a smile could go a long way. I was their number one spy.

This was the perfect job for me. It was solitary work that engaged me. It was a ride-or-die situation. If I fucked up, no one would be coming for me.

My country sent me to Chicago. They had posted another agent a few months ago, and he was radio silent. He’d either turned coat, was way knee-deep in his persona, or was killed.

I was here to find out which one it was.

My target was Yorovich Morozov. Bratva pakhan, arms, and flesh peddler. The first thing I did when I got to Chicago was to get Lou Malnati’s pizza. Bringing down a seedy fucker could wait until after my stomach was full.

The second thing I did was to go to a sex club. In the underworld, when you were looking for information, always going for the most depraved place was your best bet at finding answers, and I needed them fast.

Caused some mayhem in a club I knew wasn’t owned by him, and found my answers after I got in a bit of trouble. Bloodshed followed me wherever I went, so I wasn’t worried about the fallout. I couldn’t be traced.

I didn’t exist.

There was something so freeing in being invisible. The world was your playground, and you did as you wished.

Getting inside the gold gates to the Richie Rich town was a piece of cake. I had someone who owed me a favor hack into the Uber Eats website and got myself a golden ticket inside.

Once in, I ditched my car and went into a van I had waiting for me. This was all on my government and the answers they wanted. Not that they gave a fuck about a missing agent. They cared about the information he knew and how he could bring a nation to its knees.

I whistled calmly as I made my way to the house behind Yoro’s. It was huge, and the owners of it owned half of Chicago as well. I pressed the intercom button and got buzzed in.

A bunch of dipshits were in the driveway smoking. All of them trying to act hard. Things might get messy if they didn’t buy my act. I smiled.

I walked up to them, my smile bright and wide, trying to contain the monster lurking inside. There was a set of twins, a pretty blond boy, and then there was the trio with money that could be traced back to theMayflower.

“Hello, I am here to check on the cameras in the back of the perimeter. We got a call they were glitching.”

The tall ginger with gauges mumbled, “Whatthefuckever.”

I kept my smile as I walked to the back carrying the clipboard I had grabbed from the truck.

Sometimes I amused myself when I changed my accent just to see if I could pull it off or if I would fuck it up. The thrill of getting caught got me hard, not going to lie. I was fucked-up that way.

Once I got to the back of the house, I went to the corner where both houses were connected by an electrical pole. I pulled a pair of electrical gloves from my back pocket and put them on. Then I climbed the vines and pine that adorned the back, glad rich fuckers loved their fancy shit.

When I made it to the top of the fence, I hid behind the pole on my side of the yard. There were men near the front of the house guarding it. Ten minutes was how long it took for them to start moving in panic. I smiled and popped a gum into my mouth. I had a half hour at most of being completely alone.

I might have caused a turf war between Gio Estacado and Yoro today, but I didn’t give two shits about it.

Looking down at the five-foot drop, I grabbed the edge of the wall, quickly hanging, then letting go.

I ran inside my house, my gun still tucked away, but a blade handy. I know you shouldn’t bring a knife to a gunfight, but I banked on the fact that if caught, these fuckers would want answers, and for that, they would need me alive. Gave me enough time to maim.

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