I stalked up behind him, pointing my gun to the back of his head as I walked. Idiot didn’t even notice I was there until I was basically on top of his ass.
Before he could turn around, I fired two rounds into his skull. It was messy but quiet, thanks to the silencer.
Blood and brains splattered all over the wall and the window, and I watched with satisfaction as Damian’s man slumped forward, falling out of the chair and onto the ground.
Quickly and efficiently, I cleared the rest of the floor, making one hundred percent sure this guy had been working alone.
Once I was positive he didn’t have a partner, I went to get the G-Wagon, pulling it up to the back of the house. I loaded it up with Buddy’s rifle as well as his camera and his cell phone. The body? I left that for Damian to clean up.
Enjoy, bitch.
Then, I hopped into the wagon and parked it directly in front of Cal’s house in case Naomi made my life difficult.
Sometimes the no-speaking thing was a pain in the ass. It would be a lot easier if I could just go in there and explain what the fuck was happening, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.
Even if I wanted to speak, I wasn’t sure I could anymore. My mouth didn’t know how to make the words. Besides, I didn’twantto speak. It was a spite thing.
I told my bitch ass mother I would never speak again, and I fucking meant it.
Fuck her, and fuck everyone who had a problem with me not talking.
So, Naomi would have to just deal.
I had keys to their many locks, and I made quick work of them before stepping inside.
“Cal!? Is that you?” I heard Naomi call from the living room. Obviously, I didn’t answer. “Stephanie came over for a Twilightmarathon! She just got back from Italy with her parents. You wanna watch with us?”
I rolled my eyes, snorting. Calwouldprobably watch Twilight with Naomi and eat up every second of it.
Loveable fucking goofball.
Ignoring Naomi, I made my way down the hall to where she was curled up in the living room with her friend.
“Cal?” she called again, though she jumped in surprise when she saw it was me. “Oh! It’syou.”Her tone immediately turned from excitement to disdain when she realized who it was that had just walked in. My lips twitched in amusement, but I just kept on my roll, heading for the stairs.
She was going to need clothes and shit.
“Hey! What are you doing going up there?” she called after me, but of course, I didn’t respond.
“Who’s that?” her friend whispered. Naomi scoffed so hard I couldhearthe eye roll in her voice.
“My brother’s dickhead friend.”
“He’shot!”her friend hissed, and I bit back another smile.
“Ew,Stephanie! He’s, like, twenty-eight. He’s basically a grandpa.”
I snorted.
Fucking teenagers.
Busting into Naomi’s room, I felt my lip twitch again at how inherentlyNaomiit was. The walls were white, but she had an accent wall with vibrant floral wallpaper. Her soft bed was covered in white and pink linens, and I brushed my fingers on the fluffy rose-print throw blanket she had tossed artfully across the foot of the bed. She reminded me of a little bumble bee, with her yellow hair and obsession with florals.
Her room evensmelledlike flowers. I inhaled and closed my eyes. Mmm. Like daisies and jasmine.
It was nice.
Frowning at the errant thought, I shook my head aggressively and turned to her closet.
