The feelings the woman described to us, knowing the man who ruined her life was no longer living…that’s the only high I wanted to get when I finally managed to kill them.
We never turned down the kill requests after that; I thought it would give me practice for when the real event arrived.
I’d be seasoned at it by then, and I wanted them to tremble in fear when I got my hands on them. Knowing I hunted themdown like prey, wiping every single other man that thought they could get away with harming us.
I then go on to tell him the rest: that I’ve only killed eight; the other four we were only asked to provide blackmail material. All we could provide was the police files, but some of them had questionable business transactions. It was enough for them to know if anyone came knocking, they’d have the resources to put that information worldwide, courtesy of Regina’s tech skills.
They’d have no idea who leaked it and likely point to the wrong enemies.
I move on to how the business works through a legitimate company, explaining our cards and how we get our marks through them.
Rex whistles. “Fucking hell, you two could give us a run for our money.”
That seems to pique Dawson’s interest, because he gets up from his hiding spot behind his computer, walking over to join our circle.
“That’s quite genius actually,” he mutters, leaning against the desk to listen in.
Regina gives a faint smile. “I’m quite proud of it.”
And so she should be. Our whole structure would be nothing without her intelligence.
My gaze travels back to Saint, and he patiently waits to hear the rest from me. “We just recently finished a contract; it was a member’s wife. She had a friend who was stuck in a similar situation to her. She’d given her our card, and we looked into it to match up with a name on the list—”
“What was the name?” Dawson asks, but Regina answers.
“John Edwards.”
The guys seem to share a knowing glance at each other, but it’s fleeting.
“The background was different; she mentioned rescuing a kid. Not sure if it was to add in the sympathy vote or not. We’ve never done anything like that before. When we asked the waitress at the diner to get some information on him, things didn’t add up.”
Her conversations still go around in my mind.
We should have stopped right there and then. I acted in haste.
Victoria wanted him dead, and I didn’t want to miss the opportunity, especially seeing as she was connected to Elenna.
I didn’t want to disappoint her either.
Regina fills the gaps. “At first, she would answer immediately, but when we gave her updates after we’d searched the area, she ghosted us for a little bit. I asked her about the kid, and she said she managed to get him back, but still neededyoutaken care of. Then, after you almost shot Indie, we couldn’t reach her. She somehow managed to plant something on her end, because she tried to hack me. We haven’t attempted to reach out to her since.”
I watch Saint as his jaw grinds, flicking a glance up at Rex before it lands back on me. “Anything else I should know?”
I haven’t even mentioned to Regina how I think there’s a connection on how all this went sideways, but if they know about Sumus, maybe they can shed a light on this.
“There is one thing.” I clear my throat. “The friend that gave her the card? It was Clarke White—”
“Jesus fuck,” Rex barks, turning in a circle as he runs his hands down his face.
“What?” Regina and I both say at the same time.
Do they know him?
Saint pinches his nose, a pitiful laugh coming from him.
“You two are really fucking with my blood pressure, and we’ve only been at this twenty minutes.” He looks up at me; his face is drained of colour, but his expression softens when I speak.
“He was an evil fuck, Saint. What he did to his wife…he deserved worse than what he got. I wish I took my time with him.”
