Page 29 of Behind the Scenes
She failed.Maybe for the first time in her life, she had truly failed.
That alone sent a burst of adrenaline through me. Because once she realized it hadn’t worked, she’d either try again or be forced to sign my contract.
I got her right where I want her.Even if Laura didn’t know it yet.
The turning of the lock caused my eyes to dart to the door.Light leaked in as a figure pushed the door open. I silently maneuvered around the open door to the bedroom, placing myself just out of his sight.
He didn’t bother turning on the overhead lights, having no idea I had made it inside his little den.
Is he an amateur?I didn’t know whether to be offended or amused that Laura had hired someone this incompetent to kill me.
He sighed and grumbled something under his breath, the sound of his booted feet against the carpet muffled.
Sirens from the outside leaked in along with shouting. The apartment itself wasn’t in the greatest of areas. Given the lack of furniture, it was probably just a throwaway for him. Even better. No one would find him for a long time.
My heart was pounding in my chest. Since the moment the truck tried to ram into me, I couldn’t wipe the smirk off my face.
I almost missed my chance in my excitement.
I grabbed the string from my pocket and looped it around his neck as soon as he closed the door. He tried to fight it, bucking wildly and flailing his hands around to attempt to claw at my face.
But he was too late.
When his body slumped against mine, I set my plan into action.
laura
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Ihad seen my fair share of dead bodies. Both in and out of the courtroom.
But there was nothing more shocking than waking up to the pictures of the assassin I hired plastered all over my kitchen island, serving as some sort of twisted tablecloth upon which a takeout box from Veronica’s Café was placed.
They were worse than any crime scene pictures I'd seen. During the trials, I was able to distance myself. Yes, some of them were really awful, but I was able to see most as victims of a crime and nothing more.
But this one was different. I had been the one to send him to his death. I had called the number the woman gave me, and I had set a killer after Harley.
However, I didn't see the clusterfuck at her movie set coming.
I expected something a little bit more…discreet. Ramming a fucking trailer into her really wasn't that. Still, I thought to give them one more day, especially since I paid a great deal of fucking money for it.
But seeing the pictures scattered all over my kitchen island meant something else. And it made the hair rise on the back of my neck as a chill ranthrough me.
She was here. She knows it was me. She could've ended me at any moment.
She didn't, though. And the assassin’s words ran through my mind.
She’ll be excited.
I moved closer, my breath catching in my throat as I took it all in. The man had just been killed. His body was propped up for the pictures, hung, and his blood was all over the walls.
She hadn’t simply wanted to kill him.
She’d enjoyed it. Immensely.
My eyes caught on the bloodied words written on the picture closest to me.
Thanks for the present, my love.
