Page 102 of Unravelling The Hitman: A BWWM Romance

“You prefer to be the one hurling the threats?”

“We can still make this right.”

“You disrespect me, put the people I love in danger and expect to be co-workers?”

“Don’t be emotional, Deacon. Surely, you understand why I had to take drastic measures?”

“Enough.” I cocked my gun. “Where’s Angel?”

“Are you going to shoot me if I don’t tell you?”

“Maybe.”

She laughed, her eyes glittering like a bat in the night. “Then you’ll never find her.”

“She’s alive?”

“That depends on your answer.”

I put my gun down, letting my arm swing at my side. “What do you want?”

“What I’ve always wanted. Your loyalty.”

“This organization you want to build, will I have equal authority in it?”

“We’ve only got Peter on our side now, but as we grow, you’ll be my second-in-command, answering only to me.” She stepped forward, her hands gesturing wildly and eyes gleaming. “Imagine that power, Deacon. We could change the world.”

“Don’t fool yourself, Rhia. We don’t kill for charity.”

“No, but we’ve brought justice to countless victims who were stepped on like worms beneath the shoes of the powerful. Men and women who slugged their way out of the justice system got their just end. Victims are safer on the streets.”

“You think we’re heroes?”

“I think,” she took another step forward, “that none of us are saints. Not us and not the ones we target. We’re just doing our part and getting paid in the process.”

“Do you honestly believe that the people who pay for our services are worried about justice?”

“Someone worse than the client will eventually come along and we will give them their due.”

“Enough.” I dropped my gun to the grass. “You know why I’m here.”

“Relax, Deacon. Angel is safe at another location. For now. As long as you do as I say, she will remain alive.”

“Good.”

“Good?” Her eyes widened.

I pulled the trigger and shot her, twice to the chest.

She fell, mouth gaping in horror like a fish reeled out of water. I watched coldly as she breathed her last. A haze settled over her eyes.

Death had come to claim her.

I knelt and checked her pulse just to confirm. I didn’t need Rhia popping up again like the villains in action flicks that ‘died’ and then showed up in the sequel.

Nothing fluttered beneath my fingertips.

She was dead.

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