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“Are you fucking joking, Ty?”

“Nope,” I say. “Hope you’re not claustrophobic.”

“Fuck,” Peri growls.

Hey, nobody ever said murdering someone was easy to do.

The thing is,no matter how much recon you do, there’s always the potential for fucking variables to show up. Meaning, Peri and I end up right outside the target’s office door. We have it all planned out in our heads on how to make this happen. We just open the door and walk in.

This guy is going to see two gigantic men, dressed in black, faces painted like skulls, each of us holding a silenced gun. He’s going to shit his pants—maybe literally—and before he can even think about pleading for his life, he’ll be pumped full of bullets.

The whole thing will take about five seconds, at which point Peri and I will turn and exit, then make our way back through the building and back toSA. All that work for five seconds…yeah.

Yet the issue is Peri and I are standing there with the office door open and our target has his head back. His eyes are shut. He has no idea we’re standing there. All I can see is his left hand bobbing up and down.

No, he’s not jerking off. He has some whore sucking his cock right now. I take a step and Peri grabs for me. I look at him and shake my head. Then I nod. This shit is happening one way or another.

I point for Peri to break off to my left. I move to the right. Now I can hear the sound of the whore sucking on our target’s cock. She’s making all the cliché wet and sloppy sounds. Pretending this guy’s cock is twice the size it actually is. She even offers up a playful groan.

“Oh, baby, that’s the spot,” our target says.

That’s the spot?

I want to shoot this guy’s tongue off. Now we have an issue here with this whore.

When I finally get to see who it is and I realize it’s just some street scum sucker looking for fifty bucks so she can stuff her veins with heroin, I feel a little better about what I have to do next.

Peri and I are in position. I inch closer. These two have no idea we’re standing there. Amazing how apathetic people can be when they think they’re untouchable. This guy thinks because he’s filthy rich and he’s the boss of some bullshit company, nobody can bother him. He’ll get his cock sucked by prostitutes whenever he wants and then he’ll go home and shower and play with his ass. Then twice a week, he’ll roll over onto his wife and thrust into her just to pretend he’s in love. She’ll fake an orgasm and think about what she’s going to buy off Amazon when they’re done fucking to wash away the icky feeling. Yet money means nothing when it comes to power. When it comes to control.

I lift my right boot off the ground and bring it down onto the whore’s head. As hard as I fucking can. The sound that it makes is a little bit nasty if I’m being honest. I can almost feel the target’s cock puncture the back of the whore’s throat.

The surprise and shock of the motion makes her bite down. Our target screams in pain as his cock is reduced to nothing more than a cheap hot dog sold from a corner cart. The whore’s nose—and face—smashes against the target’s body with suchforce that her nose explodes with blood. The target grabs at the whore and starts to pull and smack and even punch at her to get her away from his cock.

All of this is happening so fucking fast. The whore jumps back, blood all over her face. There’s blood on our target’s cock, definitely a mix of his own and the whore’s.

The target looks right at me, finally. Tears in his eyes. But his eyes go wide. Peri shoots the target first. A bullet right through the target’s neck. I put a bullet in his head. Then Peri and I add a few more, chest, torso, whatever. It doesn’t fucking matter.

The whore has since passed out, grabbing at her face. She might be dead too. It doesn’t matter if she is dead or not. Right now, there’s no choice.

I put two bullets in the back of the whore’s head and call it a night.

Chapter Four

SERAFINA

I’m satbetween the two men in robes and masks in the third row of a huge SUV. Olivia sits alone in the middle row. I’m happy she’s at least allowed to come with me for now.

I’m well aware whatSinners Academyis. I’ve heard rumors here and there throughout my life. It’s the dark, haunted place thebad kidsare sent to. I’ve heard other rumors that it’s where powerful men send their kids to prepare them for the evil world of business, politics, and other realms of power.

It’s not just for guys. Girls are sent there.

Women are sent there.

I look down at the chains wrapped around my wrists. Like I’m some criminal.

The only crime here is that my father fell in love with a horrible woman. He dedicated himself and his love to her. Somewhere in his heart all he wanted was to have a family. I know he wanted to have children with Bridgette and I know her body saidno fucking way. I remember her getting angry about it. Drinking heavily. Threatening to kill herself. I remember my father always being the beacon of light, yet more than once I spied on him crying alone in his study. Holding a picture of my birth mother.

The question is—why did Bridgette do this now? She obviously flashed some big money or called in a favor for this. What have I done wrong?

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