Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“You thought members were dirty, and you kept that from us?” Arlo asks accusingly.
“I had my suspicions. Then they were confirmed.” Soren motions to me. “She’s the perfect assassin.”
“What did you expect to happen by sending me that video?” I ask.
“Exactly what happened,” he replies without remorse. “I didn’t expect you to cover it up for her, though. That was a surprise.”
Her hand slips into mine, and she tightens her grip. A part of me wants to kill him for setting her up that way, while the other part is thankful he brought her into my life. And she knew all this and didn’t disclose it to me because she knew I wouldn’t believe her unless he admitted it. Not that I don’t believe what she says. It’s just that I wouldn’t deem it possible that he would do such a thing.
“What the fuck are we supposed to do now?” Reon asks as he kicks Rolland’s dead body.
“I can always find you a new toy. A new contract came through, but I haven’t accepted it yet,” Dynamite says, shocking all of us.
“How long would it take you to collect the target?” Soren asks.
She glances down at her wrist, which doesn’t have a fucking watch on it, then looks back up with a shrug. “If someone will take me, then maybe an hour or so.”
“I’ll drive,” Victor offers.
“You got it, big man. Let’s go and earn some money.” She leans up and kisses my cheek, then goes to walk off, but I stop her, pulling her back to me.
“Be careful.”
She winks at me. “I always am,” she replies before getting into the car with Victor. Victor doesn’t like many people, but he sure as shit has respect for her.
Which makes me fucking love her even more.
“What about the rule of wives killing members? Was that just thrown out the fucking window?” someone asks, making my head swing around to them.
“She’s a contract assassin,” I remind him.
“So we heard. But if we let it slide for one bitch, that means we’re going to do it for fucking all of them.”
“I would watch who you’re fucking calling a bitch, or you’ll end up in the hunt, you stupid fucking prick,” I warn.
Soren steps forward and raises his hands, gesturing for us to calm down. “I hired her to kill Edgar. He was going behind the society’s back. So technically, she was not a wife who was killing members. She was a hired assassin,” he announces.
“You knew who she was?” Reon asks me.
“Yes.”
“Damn.” He whistles. “And I thought my wife was crazy.”
“Your wife is crazy. Certified, actually,” Arlo chimes in.
I’m still trying to process that Soren was the mastermind behind everything, apart from me falling head over fucking heels for Maven, and her shiny red heels, of course.
“Who’s going to bury this body?” Reon asks, pointing to Rolland.
“Start digging,” Soren says as he picks up a shovel and throws it at the feet of the member who questioned whether we should kill my wife or not. He doesn’t argue as he picks it up and heads into the forest. Most of us know our way around here, as we’ve been coming out here for many years. We don’t hide all of the bodies in the forest, but there are a fair number of unmarked graves out here.
“Who wants to make a bet on how long it takes for her to come back?” someone jokes.
“I would say you stick to what she says, considering she’s taken out three of you fuckers and none of you had any idea.” It almost sounds like a compliment coming from Soren.
She could also take him out, and he wouldn’t know until it was too late.
FORTY-FIVE
MAVEN
“He’s fucking heavy,” I call out to Victor, who watches from the car as I struggle to pull this fucking body to the trunk. Thankfully, this hit was an easy one, and luckily, I brought my shiny red heels, so I didn’t really have to worry too much. Not only are they my killing heels, they’re also my good luck heels. “Get your big ass out of that car and help me, Victor.”
He mumbles something as he gets out of the car and slams the door shut, but I don’t even know if it’s English.
Thankfully, it’s early in the morning, and the houses are far apart from one another, so the risk of being seen is minimal. When Victor reaches me, he leans down, grabs the body, throws it over his shoulder, and carries it all the way to the back of his car with hardly any effort. He pops the trunk, dumps the body in, then slams it shut and stares at me.
“Now, was that so fucking hard?” I ask.
I didn’t end up killing this target, though I was pretty fucking close. I managed to knock him out, but the first blow didn’t quite do the job, and he turned around to try and hit me. Thankfully, I have quick reflexes and knocked that fucker out the second time. But then came the part where I had to move the body, and because Victor is a lazy ass and sat in the car, refusing to help me until this very moment, I had to do it all myself. Which probably puts my timing just under an hour. But with the drive back, it’ll be over an hour, and I’m going to blame it all on Victor when we get there. We could’ve been done and back all within an hour if he’d helped me sooner.