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“Have you watched him since he left your place? Are you just going to let him go? What about this Savage guy? Aren’t you afraid he’ll find out? And what are you going to do now? Did you tell him about, ya know, who you are?” Her questions shot out of her mouth at an impressive speed, it almost seemed like each word blended into the next.
I would have laughed if it hadn’t been such a heavy thing to take in. Because all those questions were the ones I was trying to avoid.
“First, no I haven’t pulled up the cameras. I just can’t. It feels…” I let the answer hang in the air and I was sure she got what I was saying. The more I thought about it, the more twitchy I became. “And secondly, I have no answers for anything right now. But come on, say I went after him, then what? I tell him everything. ‘Oh hey, I’m a contract killer and I’m actually here to kill you. Want to go out?’ I don’t think that will go over so well.”
Because I knew that once I told him everything there was no way he couldn’t hate me. Any sane person would then walk away from me if not try to kill me themselves out of self-preservation. But no person would actually be like ‘yeah, that’s cool. I love you.’
“Oh shit!” Her tone made my back snap ramrod straight as the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. “You’ve got to go! Savage is there now! He’s got him tied to a chair.”
I jumped up and started pulling out weapons from all my hiding places around the apartment. My hands shook as I frantically tried to load myself with as many as I could.
“What’s going on? How many are there?”
“I see five. Not sure if there are any out—” Her words were cut off suddenly and I heard a banging in the background like someone was beating hard on her door.
“Come on, Lucy. Let me in, I’m a little exposed out here, doll,” a strange voice floated through the speaker, sounding slightly muffled like they were yelling from the outside of her apartment.
What the fuck?
Lucy didn’t get visitors unless it was the delivery boy and even then, he wasn’t the type to knock like that.
“I gotta—shit. Uh, can you handle this?” Her voice sounded panicked and I understood the urgency.
It was clear that she had something going on that I wasn’t a part of and now wasn’t the time to even ask. Truth was, I probably didn’t want to know, it more than likely having to do with her work and all. I didn’t give it another thought as I turned my attention to what I needed to do. I had to get to Noah as fast as possible. I had to save him.
“Yeah, no worries. I got this.” With that, she hung up. I could handle it, I just needed to take a breath, calm down, and go in using my head.
I raced out the apartment and down the stairs, strapped to the teeth with guns and sharp implements.
See the thing was, if I had been as calm and ready as I should have been, I would have sensed the guy that took me by surprise as I hit the bottom step. But since I didn’t, he was able to get close to me, and the next thing I knew, pain ricocheted through my head as it hit the wall beside me. The next blow was the one that took me out, my eyes rolling back in my head as my body crumpled to the ground.
