Page 6 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

Leisurely, I placed the folder back into my bag and leaned against the headrest. I needed to get my head in the game, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride until it was time to make my move. Three hours later, Navy shook me awake.

“Janeiro, we’ve landed. You got your itinerary?”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright. See you on the other side, man.”

We dapped each other up before I strolled down the steps and slid behind the wheel of the custom, black sports sedan that waited for me. The tinted windows were always a must in our line of work. The less faces that spotted me on a job, the better.

With lightning speed, I peeled away from the airstrip and headed to my hotel. In the assassin world, hotels were used to help you set up shop, not sleep in. You had to get in and out. Once I made it to the hotel and checked in under the false name, I immediately set up.

From my intel, Marteen usually made it home from the club around 2:00 a.m. His home was heavily guarded, and there was surveillance everywhere. In spite of that, most of his manpower was with him, leaving his home open and vulnerable.

There wasn’t a single piece of technical equipment that Dawn couldn’t hack into. It would be yet another victory I could add tomy trophies. I removed my guns from my bag and slipped on the silencers. The watch Dawn placed in my bag looked like a simple designer one, but I was sure there was more to it.

My knives were already strapped to my arms. You could never have enough protection in this business. Once I gave myself a once-over and a mental check, I was good to go. It was around midnight when I stepped out of the revolving doors of the hotel.

Once outside, I gave my room key to the first less fortunate person I saw with all the info they needed. This was something I did on every mission. It was my way of still giving back to God after I had taken a life.

It may not have made sense to some, but it mattered to me. The rooms were booked under different aliases and so were the credit cards. We made sure to leave no trail that could lead to us. For the next couple of nights, they had somewhere to sleep, and their bellies were filled and warm.

Swiftly, I hopped back into the car and drove to Marteen’s home. I parked one block over and traveled by foot through the wooded area surrounding his home. My watch reflected the time, and I was on schedule. I tapped the mini wireless earbud in my ear. Dawn’s voice instantly flowed through the speaker.

“It’s showtime!” she exclaimed. “The watch you’re wearing has a mini chip in there installed to disarm any surveillance you can’t see. It works like Wi-Fi. Once you’re in distance, a wave is sent out, giving you an eight-second window to get a move on it. The small turn dial on the watch emits an X-ray screen, detecting all physical cameras to avoid. Last but not least, the soft button on the opposite detects trip wires. Press it now.”

I followed her orders and pressed it. The watch emitted a soft beep.

“When you come within distance of any wires, it sounds off loud enough to alert you. Now, kick ass and make it back home, sir.”

“I'm on it.” I ended the call.

Like a thief in the night, I trekked through the woods until Marteen's home came into view. He was most definitely a flashy guy. No other homes surrounded his. Marteen had the only home on top of the hill. I assumed he wanted to be the king of the hill. Stealthily, I moved behind the large statues in his yard until I made my way around the back. My watch went off, and there was a tripwire before I ascended the stairs.

Once I stepped over it, I ran up the stairs and crouched under the door handle. There was a camera right there, so I had to play with the blind spots. I removed my tools. Hurriedly, I picked the lock and slipped in. I turned the dial on my watch, and the green screen appeared. Marteen’s home was huge. There was expensive art paintings that covered the wall and statues spaced strategically throughout. Yeah, Marteen was surely rolling in dough.

I moved around his house, looking for his bedroom and avoiding as many cameras as I needed to. Once I located his room, I searched for escape routes. I found them then returned back to Marteen's main bedroom. I made a home inside his closet and waited for his arrival.

After a couple of hours of waiting, I had action.

“Mr. Vetti, the house has been secured. It’s safe to enter your bedroom.”

“Thank you, Thomas. Report to your station,” Marteen expressed. The door closed, and I heard small giggles entangledwith his boisterous ones. After a beat, the laughter was replaced by moans and grunts.

Slowly, I crept out of his closet. There was a young girl between his legs. She performed oral on him while his head was tossed back. Without a second thought, I fired two shots in his head.

He never saw it coming. His young companion was about to scream until I wrapped my hand around her mouth, silencing her. I turned her to me.

“I’m not here to hurt you, only him. Follow me,” I gestured, and we crept to the door.

Once I opened it, the party started. Quickly, I shot the first two guards outside the door. I moved toward the stairs and pulled the young girl behind me. Bullets whizzed past me. I fired at the next three guards that ran up the stairs. Bullets continued to rain out as we hid behind a cupid statue. I counted to three in my head before I hoisted her on my shoulder and jumped over the remainder of the staircase banister.

When we made it to the kitchen, a huge beast of a man blocked me. He had an ugly mug on him. There were deep slices all over his mud-colored face. With a face like that, I knew Marteen’s guards had no issue with following his directions. He cracked his neck side to side.

“Surrender now because ain’t no way in hell you gon’ make it out of here, and you sholl ain’t goin’ past me,” he stated with a deep snarl.

I cracked my knuckles. “I’m not going past you. I’m goin’ through you,” I replied.

He swung. I ducked and pushed the girl behind me. He swung again. This time when I ducked, I removed my knife and jabbed it into his side.

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