Page 26 of Havoc

“Hendrix.”

My stomach plummeted. “He was banished.”

“By Gideon who is now dead.”

“But he hasn’t been here for so long. How could he be the next?”

Tom shrugged. “He has connections here I suppose, and I have heard he has a scout down here.”

Shit. Can’t be me, because my appearance here was under the radar. If he had someone down here making offers for him, it was news to me.

“Word has it, he’s waiting on news of Deacon being announced and probably knocked off in the first week.”

“Who’s the scout?” I asked, remaining indifferent…or as indifferent as I could possibly portray given the circumstance.

“Someone named Elias.”

That motherfucker.

He was my contact and had only gotten involved with Hendrix through me. Actually, come to think of it, he hated Hendrix. If he was working for him without my knowledge, it meant Hendrix had something on him. I didn’t like not knowing what Hendrix was up to, especially when he was asking me for so many updates.

“What the hell is taking Leo so goddamn long?” Tom grunted, standing. My heart began to race and I waited for the time when I’d have to kill both of them quickly.

Instead, before he reached the kitchen, a phone rang throughout the apartment. Tom stopped in his tracks and headed for the opposite end of the apartment.

“What is that?”

“Probably gossip,” he sighed. “Nothing stops Tom from his business, you know that.”

I couldn’t risk another chance. I got up as if I was going to help Leo, but instead I turned on Harris and jammed the knife up under his chin and through his skull. His eyes were wide and his body twitched uncontrollably as he slunk down on the lounge, hemorrhaging blood everywhere, all over that pristine lounge.

Luckily, I was killing all of them and it wouldn’t have been a constant reminder. As I grabbed another knife from the kitchen, I ran down the hallway to the office. My heart was racing because Tom was the hardest of all of them. He would have his guard up.

Slowly, I slid into the office only to have Tom waiting, a gun trained on me.

“You think you can better me?” he asked. “You think I wouldn’t know you came back for Presley?”

“So why did you let me kill the others?”

“How else could I one-up the king of Silent Assassins?” Tom asked, a smirk on his face.

How the hell did he know about the silent assassins? The surprise must have been evident on my face because he chuckled.

“Boy, I’ve known about your little group of assassins for years, since Hendrix got you out of prison early.”

Of course they did, they knew everything. I was a fool to think they wouldn’t have been tracking me. Gideon would have wanted it that way.

“What did you want from us?” Tom asked.

I shrugged. “Following orders.”

“Like a good little puppet,” he spat. “Was it worth it?”

“For her, everything is worth it.”

He lowered the gun. “This was for Presley?”

“A loyalty test,” I said. “Who else would it be for?”

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