The house is trashed, which sucks for such a nice house. Pompas assholes don’t give two shits about their things, and I’ve come to that conclusion after being in so many homes of men I murdered.
Silently, I make my way to the obnoxious staircase, black and gold, with birds on the banister. Taking the first step, I test each one before putting all my weight on the next, until I’ve made it to the top of the landing, my gun drawn, ready for the pull of my finger.
I pass rooms, but they're empty, until I get to the very last that overlooks the front lawn. In the middle of the room sits a massive king bed, the sheets rumpled but unoccupied. Peering in, my head on a swivel, I hear water splashing. Quietly, I pass through the threshold, gun raised as I take cautious steps, my legs leading me to the restroom where the sound is coming from.
Pressing myself to the wall, the bathroom light filtering into the bedroom, looking inside, and sitting in a bubble bath is fucking Aiden, no sense of his surroundings as he plays with his dick. His head leaned back, and I can see his shoulder rising everso much and going down, thankful for the bubbles blocking my view.
I wait…impatiently for the right moment, when he draws his bottom lip between his teeth, fixing to come… “Hey!” I shout at him. Getting the thrill of watching his face of pleasure turn to one of fright, jumping, water splashing onto his expensive marble floor.
My body fills up the bathroom doorway, gun aimed right at him, looming, his own personal executioner.
“Who the fuck are you?” he babbles out, his face pale.
I cock my head before I take a few steps to close the gap between him and I. When he tries to stand up. “Sit the fuck down!”
“Do you know who the fuck you’re speaking to?” He shakes with each word.
I laugh because he is this frightened little man, thinking I give a shit who he is. “I know who you are and I don’t give a fuck.” I pull my trigger, the bullet hitting right above his head into the tiles.
“What the fuck!” he screams out.
“There is only one way this is going to go, and it’s my way.” I close the distance, panning down to him. “Open your mouth.”
His eyebrows knit together, “No.”
My smile widens. “Open.”
Aiden trembles, his hand squeezing the side of his black tub, clenching his mouth closed, which pisses me off.
I strike out with my free hand, grabbing him by his hair, forcing his head backward. “Open your fucking mouth.”
His eyes bug out, while his mouth twitches, but he slowly parts his lips. My eyes squint at him, my smile back on my lips, before I inch the gun closer to his mouth. And the asshole clamps it back shut. Letting go of his hair, I grab his chin, squeezing hard like a vice grip, forcing him to scream from thepain, his mouth opening, and I feed him my gun barrel. “Close your mouth, Aiden.”
He shakes his head no. His eyes not having one ounce of fear in them, like they just did.
My body moves on instinct alone. Pulling the gun out of his mouth, I reach out with my free hand, grabbing him and forcing him to stand. His feet slip and slide, my purchase on him is now shoddy at best. Trying to pull him over to the floor, firing my gun, but it misses him with the tug of war we have going on.
His wet skin is his advantage with my leather gloves, making my hold on him fail. He falls, banging his head on the tub’s lip; the water sloshing over him as he goes under. I let him stay under the water, but then reach in and grab him, pulling him out of the tub, his naked body falling to the floor. “You’re not getting it that fucking easy.” I slap his face harder than I meant to, when blood flies from his nose. His groans echo around the bathroom. When he opens his eyes, seeing me peering over, his wet naked body can’t grip the floor, making his feet slide with each kick he tries to get away from me. His dick flinging limply.
“I will kill you.”
My hands rise, gun clenched. “Come do it then,” I mock him.
I watch him, letting him stand on his wobbly legs, looking anything but the big man everyone thinks he is.
“Your own people gave you up, Aiden. How does that feel?”
Aiden jerkily reaches out for his vanity, and I let him, not worried one bit about what he could do, because the gun in my hand will fire as soon as I pull the trigger, ending him, like I could have easily done in the tub, but for some reason, I want this last job to last a bit longer.
With both hands, he holds himself up; I watch his eyes rise from the floor to the mirror, finally looking at me before he spits blood into the sink. “You should know one thing.”
My eyebrows raise, my face reflecting to him that I don’t give a shit what he has to say. “And what’s that?”
His face morphs. “Nothing is ever what it seems, Luca.” His bloody smile widens before my eyes catch motion behind me, in the mirror's reflection.
Spinning, I shoot my gun, but I aim too high when I’m tackled, the person emerging from the dark bedroom like a ghost sitting in wait. We fall to the hard floor, my head hitting the marble tiles, and I feel like I’m going to puke right as my vision becomes blurry. Squeezing my eyes tightly. Rowan’s name is the only thing going through my head. I promised her I’d be back home soon. I push the current trying to take me under, away. The room stays spinning, not able to make it stop. In my fog, my hand feels too light. My hand now empty of my gun. I let panic in for a second, but push it back down. No time for that shit. I try to turn my spinning head to get eyesight on it, but I stop when the light above dims from the person hovering over me. I feel it before I know I’m hit, hearing the contact on my skin, my ears ring. With all my might, I push, but they don’t budge.
Aiden runs out of the bathroom, leaving me and the person alone. “I’ll fucking kill you, just know that. When this is all said and done, I’ll be the one walking away,” I grunt out.
