Page 21 of Sinful Little Lies

Faintly, I hear someone behind me ask, “Grimm, what the hell are you doing?”

Unfortunately, I’ve got tunnel vision; the only thing I see is the dim light of the room. So I’m going in and ending this shit.

I walk into the room and Mallorie has some Johnny Bravo knockoff underneath her. Raising my gun, I squeeze the trigger, letting a bullet fly through the ceiling and alert them of my presence. They jolt and scramble to cover themselves.

“Who the fuck are you?!” Johnny shouts at me; his blonde coiffed hair puts a grimace on my face and it is too hard to contain my composure.

I laugh. “I could be your friend and give you some pointers. Or I could be your worst fucking nightmare and make the remainder of your life absolute hell. The choice is yours.”

Mallorie cuts in. “This ismyhouse and I have a right to know what the fuck you think you’re doing in it!”

Slowly nodding my head, I answer. “You’re right. Ms. Marvos is it? Mallorie?”

“Well…who’s asking?” she responds cautiously. Her porcelain skin turns paler than before and I see her icy eyes dilate from where I’m standing.

I fire another round, the bullet just grazing her arm. She yelps in pain, blood trickling down her arm. It isn’t until then that Johnny finally decides to be useful, and jumps in front of Mallorie.

“Answer me!” I yell, irritated that this is already taking longer than I wanted it to. My mind flickers back to Verena; images of her snuggled in my blanket flash through my mind and I want nothing more than to go home to her.

“You are in debt to The Red Skull Brotherhood. Whether it’s money, weapons, or your lives, we’re taking it. Hell, I’d be fine with snagging all three.” I’m met with silence. Mallorie glances at the man, telling him something with her eyes.

He doesn’t spare her a look, so she spits out a confession. “It wasn’t me. I didn’t take the money; it was him. It was Zachary! Please, don’t hurt me. He works for my father, I was only doing what was asked of m-”

She’s cut off mid sentence because of the bullet I put through her head. Mallorie lays motionless at the foot of the bed, crimson pouring out, turning her platinum hair into a bright red.

Zach starts screaming his head off, and I really do not have time for this.

Bang!

Bang!

Two more shots are fired, blaring throughout the room. Mr. Zachary screams out in pain, dropping to his knees.

Looking behind me, I see Emmett with his gun pointed at Zach’s feet. Giving him an acknowledging nod, I return the gun to my waistband and walk over to our guy.

We got him.

I grab his neck and rear my fist back. Driving it forward, it connects with his nose and there’s a satisfying crunch. Blood sprays out, covering my fist and his face, and it looks fucking beautiful. He falls to the floor cradling his face.

Grabbing his arms, I drag him up and over to a chair. I signal the guys to tie him up, but only Eli and Emmett step forward. Jaden shakes his head and leaves the room.

Pussy.

Letting my bag slip off my arm and drop at my feet, I flash my newest victim a big, toothy grin. Excitement pumps through my veins and my cock twitches at the prospect of getting to bust this motherfucker up. It’s about damn time!

“Anyone else need to excuse themselves?” I ask the guys and they both flip me off. I return the gesture before they turn and leave the room.

“Hurry up, we’ll be downstairs,” Eli says.

Reaching into my bag, I pull out the photo I printed before heading here. Leo's ugly ass face greets me and I clench my jaw to refrain from squeezing and crumpling the photo in my fists.

“You see, Zachary, I don’t carewhyThe Brotherhood wants you dead. All I care about is being the executioner. That big guy that just fucked up your feet? That was Emmett. Looks like a sweetie-pie, but is a fucking psychopath. I’ve been learning a lot from him lately about tapping into my inner demons and letting my monster come out to play. It’s fun, I’ll show you.”

Grabbing the strap of my backpack, I drag it across the floor to where he’s tied up in the chair. I crouch down in front of him and shove my hand inside to grab a cloth and the container of pins I had brought with me.

I wrap the cloth around his mouth and shove it between his teeth for good measure. He screams behind his gag and I look up and smile at him. “What was that? You think I should play some music?” I ask. Slapping his cheek twice, I dig around in my bag for a speaker.

“That was such a great idea, Zach,” I say, while pulling my phone from my pocket and opening up my music app. My playlist,Grimm’s Greatest Hits, begins to play, and I set the device down asTwo Dope Boyz (In a Cadillac)by Outkast fills the room.

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