Page 7 of In You
He takes a step closer, lowering his voice even more. "They're hard to get a hold of, but we have resources."
I hum, nodding. Trying to not act overly interested or else I might blow my cover.
"But I know a guy who actually does the real deal, if that’s your thing," he whispers discreetly.
My brows go up, and I make a show out of looking left and right and then lean into him, lowering my voice. "You mean, like thereal deal?"I emphasis, flashing my phone that has a porn site up labeled "stepmom fucks barely legal son."
I'm going to have some incredibly fucked up nightmares over this, I already know it. I have three entire bottles ofNyQuilat home with my name on it, ready to knock me the fuck out as soon as I'm done with this assignment. I plan on sleeping for two weeks straight.
Joseph's eyes flick up in amusement and he clears his throat. "Even more real than that. Young. But it's someextrasick shit," he emphasizes, making my stomach roll violently. He smiles at me. "You down?"
I nod my head. "Yeah, I'm down." I give a low whistle and a little chuckle, pocketing my phone and then reaching forward to pick up something off a shelf, keeping up the pretense I’m shopping. "Alright, count me in."
We exchange phone numbers with a plan to meet in a few days over the weekend to talk more.
The next step is easy. I begin to befriend Joseph, but before I can actually get to my mark, he introduces me to what I dub thegross club.I bide my time, collecting a few other men's names over the next few weeks until I am trusted enough to be let into the inner circle. Through some convincing lying and a lot of luck, I'm trusted enough to be invited to a game night at my mark's house where their plan is I'll be introduced to a little girl named Cunty for a hefty fee.
What a fucked up name.
But my patience isn't as perfect as I'd like to think it is.
Consumed with bloodlust, and about half out of my mind with anxiety and ready to kill everyone in sight, I decide to go on a slaughtering spree the night before I kill my mark.
The Night Before Game Night
Giving one last glance at my watch, I roll out the tension in my neck, and blow out a big breath as I work to readjust my grip on the rifle. The cold rain pounds down on me from my spot on the roof of the house next door, soaking my clothes to my body, but I don't dare move even an inch to find comfort.
I have the perfect vantage spot from this angle, being able to see directly in the living room from where I'm at. Everyone's having such a lovely time. One man throws his head back, laughing, enjoying the party that one of the pedophile fucks I'd met through Joseph is having with a few other sick men from thegross club.
It's just my luck, too; Joseph is absent, having had a "family emergency," and didn't go either. I claimed I was visiting my sister out of state so I could swoop in and get them all in one spot without having to go from house to house like I'd originally planned to. I got six men here out of the nine I've met so far.
What a treat.
Putting my eye to the scope, I grind my teeth, forcing myself to take another deep calming breath because I won't have another one until the job is done. I wipe a hand down my wet face, grind my elbows into the shutters, close one eye, and line up the target.
Pull the trigger.Boom.
The bullet is silent as it leaves my rifle, slicing its way through the rain to smash through the window and straight between the eyes of the laughing man. I can almost hear the hush before the inevitable gasp that must have befallen upon the room. But before they can react I already have the next one in my sights and I squeeze the trigger again, sparing them no mercy.
"One down," I whisper, pulling the trigger and counting as I go.
"Two."
A few of them try to flee, but they're no match for how fast I am.
"Three."
"Four,five."
The sixth one goes out of my line of sight.
"Fuck!"I mutter, making a displeased sound because I don't leave loose ends. Ever.
Irritated, I jump silently off the roof, make my way down the side of the house to disappear into the bushes, and wait until he runs out the front door. His movements are rushed and erratic as he fumbles to open his car door in a desperate bid to flee, but I'm already aiming, and he's down in less than fifteen seconds. Bleeding out in the driveway and gazing unseeing at the dark sky above us.
"Six, and done."
It's only then I blow out a relieved breath.
