Page 77 of Colton
Colton
The night is one of organized chaos, each man a shadow moving in sync with the dark. Jasper’s team splits off, their figures blending into the darkness as they encircle the mansion. I lead my group towards the main entrance, and Blackwood Manor looms before us like the vicious beast that she is.
My heart hammers in my chest, but my mind is crystal clear, focused.
The first guard comes into view, his silhouette practically gleaming in my peripheral vision. I signal to my team, and we approach like ghosts, our footsteps muffled by the soft grass. I take the guard down with a swift, brutal efficiency—a gloved hand over his mouth, a sharp jerk of his head, and he crumples to the ground, unconscious.
That felt good, didn’t it? Kill more. Kill them all.
I ignore the small voice goading me into murdering more people, and we move on, disabling each guard as we go. The mansion’s defenses crumble under our assault, the guards caught by surprise. The thrill of the hunt surges through me, a dark exhilaration that I can’t deny. This is what I was born for,what I was trained for. This is the world my father created, and tonight, I’m tearing it down.
As we reach the main door, I pause, listening for any sign of movement inside. Silence greets me, the house seemingly holding its breath. I nod to my team, and we slip inside, our weapons at the ready.
The grand foyer is bright and as pretentious as ever, the chandelier casting shadows on the polished marble floor. I know this house like the back of my hand, every corridor, every hiding place. I also know the horrors that lurk within its walls, the echoes of pain and suffering that fill the air.
I signal to my team to split up, each taking a different route to secure the ground floor. I head straight for my father’s office, my heart pounding with each step. I can feel his presence, like a dark stain on the house, a malignant force that needs to be excised.
The office door is ajar, a sliver of light spilling onto the carpeted hallway. I pause, listening. I can hear him, the low hum of his voice, the rustle of papers. He’s expecting me, I realize. He’s been waiting.
I push the door open, my gun aimed at his chest. He looks up, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He’s seated at his desk, a glass of whiskey in his hand, as if this is just another business meeting.
“Colton,” he greets, his voice dripping with condescension. “I’ve been expecting you.”
I step into the room, my eyes never leaving his face. “Where is she?” I demand, my voice like ice.
Suddenly, two of his men appear in the doorway, and my father scowls at them. They’re both the same as all the others: tall, stocky, and ugly. But one of them is overweight, and he’s bright red in the face.
I know him well.
Martin.
I frown at the other guy, forgetting his name.
What the fuck has been going on with Martin?
“We got the message,” Martin pants, clutching his chest, his eyes narrowing at me and my gun. “Is everything okay, Boss?”
At least he won’t need killing—he looks like he’s about to keel over from a heart attack. It would be fucking deserved.
“Finish your work and fuck off,” he barks, glaring at them. “Now!”
Maybe I should kill them. Put them out of their misery.
They both bow their heads and scurry back to whatever it was they were doing, and I can’t help but hate the way he commands everyone around.
I fucking hate him.
So, kill him.
“Shut up!” I hiss under my breath, as my father looks at me with a knowing grin.
“Still hearing the voices, son? What are they telling you to do now?”
I clench my jaw and grip the gun tighter, resisting the urge to pull the trigger right then and there. “I said, where is she?”
Xavier leans back in his chair, swirling the ice cubes in his glass. “You think you can just storm in here and make demands? You’re still the same weak, pathetic boy you always were.”
I take a step closer, my finger tightening on the trigger. “I’m not leaving until I have her.”
