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“And the other thing?” I call out.

Speaking out of turn…total disrespect.Now before you judge me, I respect who we are and what we do. I respect the throne. I respect thePerg. Thebrood.Thelegion. All of it. It’s Luc I have a problem with.

Then again, who wouldn’t have a problem with their half-brother… right? His father decided to fuck my mother for a little while and out popped me.

“We found one of the targets,” Luc says. “We have all the evidence and the approvals.”

My fingers almost fucking twitch. Murder makes my mouth water. I salivate as though I’m about to taste a woman’s plump, juicy cunt.

“Tyrant and Demo, you both go obtain the new arrival,” Luc says.

I curl my lip behind my mask. Luc knows how I feel about murder. He’s doing this on purpose to fuck with me.

“Peri and Vic, you two can handle our target,” Luc says. “Take Baal with you. He’s been running recon on the building. We know right where the target is and his entire schedule.”

Let’s backtrack for a second. Who is this target? I won’t name names, that’s part of the gig. We call themtargetsand that’s all they are. They are powerful people. Not as powerful as us. I’m talking lawyers, doctors, judges. I’m talking businessmen worth a lot of money. And their deaths are never reported. Why worry the common people, right? They see the rich and powerful as just that. They can’t image someone worth billions living in a state of fear, knowing they could be taken out at any time for any reason.

For this target, he made a promise that was then broken. What that promise is doesn’t matter. What does matter?

“Baal fucked up,” I call out.

Luc stands up. He’s pissed off. Baal turns his head, mask on, and I know he wants to kill me. I stand tall and firm.

“I apologize for this,Sir,” I grit through my teeth at my half-brother. “The building in question is secure, as noted. The problem is the west side of the building. Directly across there’s an office. A laptop is always open. Could be nothing. But we know how easy it is to hack.”

“Is this true?” Luc asks Baal.

“Plan is to enter from the north side,” Baal says. “Take the fire stairs up to the seventh floor and handle business.”

“Except for the view,” I say. “If our target is near the window, there’s a chance from across the street…”

“Baal, you were put in charge of this,” Luc says. “That requires every possible scenario thought of. Imagine if a fucking laptop from across the street caught up to us?”

“Yes, Sir,” Baal says. “I must have overlooked that.”

“I guess we’ll have to teach you to look better,” Luc says. “Look harder.”

Luc gives a nod and everyone in the room knows how badly Baal wants to freak the fuck out. He knows if he protests punishment, it’ll be worse.

Two other men in black robes and masks grab Baal by the arms and pull him toward Luc. They kick out his legs and put Baal onto his knees. Luc rips Baal’s mask off and holds Baal’s throat with one hand. With the other Luc places his hand out.

“Give me a knife so I can cut this fuck’s eye out,” Luc says.

That’s when Baal starts to shake. The rest of us don’t move a muscle.

Me personally, I don’t give a fuck about Baal or his eye. This is his doing. This is his issue. When we track down targets and we give the final reports, they need to be done in expert fashion. There are no fuck ups allowed. Missing something like a laptop may not seem like much, but all it takes is someone hacking into that laptop and accessing the camera and then zooming in and clarifying the video of our target being killed…

You get the idea.

“This will teach you to see better,” Luc says.

He stabs Baal in the right eye with a pristine knife blade, then digs and turns. Of course Baal screams in pain. No man could withstand that kind of pain.

Luc stops after a few seconds and tells the two men to take Baal into a soundproof room and finish up. He makes sure to make it a point to say he wants Baal’s eye in his hand. That’s Luc. He wants to show off Baal’s eye.

The two men drag Baal away and Luc looks right at me.

“We’ll hold off on the target for now.”

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