I was kind of hoping that I'd get a shot at someone today. It wouldn't alleviate this buzzing under my skin, but maybe it would feel better to help out an old friend.
After all, Pharrell and I went back years. We had known each other because of a mutual contact, a man who now sat six feet under thanks to a bullet I put in his brain when he tried to double cross me.
I never held his actions against Rel, though. He was just as angry when he heard the man attempted to off me.
I was the best in the business. Losing me would hurt Rel just as much.
That asshole didn't understand that. All he saw was a loose end to his madness. He'd been trying to cover up his trail before the police came after him.
Which was bullshit.
I never left a trail behind. People didn't know it was me unless I wanted them to.
And the cops? I mentally scoffed. They never saw me coming or leaving. Even if they had, they wouldn't be able to find me.
I was untraceable, a ghost, the nightmare that made you wake up and wonder if it was real or not.
Men trickled into the warehouse, bringing me back to the job. They talked about whatever boring crap they had going on. I could tell they were curious as to why they got called in. More and more of them showed up, all of them just as fucking clueless.
And then I saw him.
My Henny.
Rel's actual right-hand man now. Because what Rel had also told me when he said I needed to come in for this job was that his wife was dead.
Good riddance.She never liked me. Which was fine because I wasn't that fond of her either.
Not for anything in particular. Just her vibes were off.
I took a lot of stock in how someone made me feel. And Stasia Lyon was not the good fuzzy warm feeling. The first time I met her, I almost hissed to keep the bitch away.
Henny did though. Made me comfy—not the hissing part. Keep up.
That man had me all twisted up inside. He made the buzzing under my skin bearable. I wanted to be near him all the time, but I couldn't.
It didn't make any sense for me to always be around him. I was never one to stick around. I traveled all over, taking jobs wherever I could and stashing money away like I was a dragon hoarding gold.
Staring at him now, though, I wondered if maybe it was finally time to be still for a while. Would sticking around andsupporting Rel be that bad? He was as close to a friend as I allowed. And he always paid me on time.
Besides, I had enough money to keep me going for a while, even if he was late on payment for some reason. The man was grieving.
Not the woman he'd lost, but the safety he knew. The life he thought was good wasn’t.
Even though the two didn't have a romantic thing going on, they were best friends. It's why I never told Rel that she was a piece of shit. Why I never complained when she would scoff at me or whisper snide remarks.
Lost in my own thoughts, I missed the moment Rel walked in.
Silence descended, which brought me back to the present real fast. A still room full of men was a dangerous one. Or in this case, an obedient one.
He instructed everyone to put their weapons to the side, then went about giving a speech on how things were changing. I brought my eye up to the scope and scanned the room, taking note of who was physically reacting to his words. You could interpret a lot with body language.
I was the master of reading it.
More than a few men were going to be a problem from what I could see. The way they kept giving one another subtle looks. The clenching of their firsts. I’d bet a fuck ton of money on them attempting to take a stand.
When one in particular stepped forward and spoke out of turn, I decided it was time to make my presence known. I shot him dead between the eyes.
Kill shot, baby.
