Page 19 of Hush 3: Hidden Family

I grin and step aside. The drunk bastard doesn’t realize I’m here to take his life. He’s been talking all night as he sits in this pub spewing bullshit about how he’s some big shot in America.

It’s all lies. He’s running from his boss in America who he stole some money from. He also slept with his boss’s daughter before beating the shit out of her and making a run for it.

The boss had planned to overlook the theft. Maybe find him and take a finger or two, but the beating he gave that woman earned him this visit from me. No man has a right to do that to a woman.

“You fellas have a good night,” the drunk bastard calls out as he gets ready to leave.

I bet he didn’t think anyone would find him here on this island. That was his mistake. He didn’t know his boss had access to me. There’s no one I can’t find.

I follow him out of the pub as he stumbles forward, mumbling to himself. Keeping a bit of a distance, I wait for him to enter the alley ahead. Pulling my gun, I place the silencer on it.

The bastard stops and begins to piss against the alley wall. I walk behind him just as he throws his head back and sighs in relief.

The condensation of his breath in the cold night air raises as he groans. I don’t give him a chance to put his shit away and zip up. I pull the trigger and put a hole through his skull.

His body drops to the ground as I stand over him. Placing two more into his chest, I then quickly remove the silencer and tuck both the gun and it away. As swiftly as I’ve appeared, I disappear. The job is done.

I don’t need to linger. I slip into the shadows and make my way to get off the island before I’m seen. I climb into the awaiting motorboat and make my way back home. I’m about fifty kilometers out when I toss the gun and silencer into the water.

I pull out my phone and call my brother. As I wait for him to pick up, I take a deep breath and allow the scent of the seawater to fill my lungs.

“Hello,” Uri answers.

“It is done.”

“Good. We will talk soon.”

With that, he disconnects the call. I wasn’t expecting more than that. Uri can be a man of very few words.

***

I stepout of my car as I arrive at the house. The lights in the foyer are on, drawing my curiosity. Annabella is away on holiday with her friends. Nico is away with his team.

I don’t believe Uri has come to this side of the property. He usually lets me know if he’s going to drop by. Symphony and the security team should be the only ones here.

I make my way into the house and find Symphony sitting at the foot of the stairs. She’s wearing her cute little Mary Janes and a black dress.

I knit my brows, wondering what she’s up to. Not taking my eyes off her, I go to sit beside her. I bump her with my shoulder, causing her to glance at me.

“What’s up? Why aren’t you in bed?”

“I was waiting for you to finish your business and come home,” she replies.

“Oh yeah? And why is that?”

“It is our anniversary. I thought we would have dinner together.”

I close my eyes and groan. I had thought about what today is. To be honest, I didn’t know how to handle the occasion.

I wasn’t sure if I should give her a gift or say something about it. Once the assignment came in, I decided not to do anything in the end. Now I feel like an ass.

“Have you eaten?”

“No, I didn’t want to get full and not be able to eat with you. Chef George and I made dinner for us. Our meal is in the warmer.”

I give her a smile. When Symphony isn’t reading, painting, or now playing the piano, she loves to watch our chef and help when he allows. She is like an expert when it comes to chopping up the vegetables.

“Then let’s have dinner,” I say and stand.

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