Page 53 of Halo: Tales Of A Hitman

“Don’t think it’s because we had sex. I mean it plays a role, but I think I loved you when I broke down and told you my truth in your room. You oversaw it like someone who was meant for me.”

I had no idea what to say to that. Halo saying those words to me did not freak me out, but it made me feel bad. Because I couldn’t reciprocate them back to him.

“It’s all good Story, you don’t have to say it back yet. It’s just how I feel.”

“I promise it’s not a bad thing you feel that way. I’m just not there yet but if we keep going then I know it will come.” I told him honestly.

“That’s all I need to hear. Come here.”

I eagerly went to him and we started kissing. I could se myself loving Halo and being in love with him in no time. I just hoped nothing would come between us.

Halo

I looked in the thermal camera and counted twenty-six people inside the massage parlor. It was pitch-black outside with dim lights coming from the sides of the building we were surveilling. There were no security cameras inside and that shocked us.

This place was exclusive VVIP type of parlor. You had to make a certain amount a year and have a highly recommendation from a member to even get in. It was on the upper east side in New York city. This job was one that Keanu hired us to do.

The owner of the parlor’s name was Dmitry Ivanov. They are in business together and apparently Dmitry has been doing some business on the side that he thought Keanu did not know about. This wasn’t a job where we had to study the target or plant ourselves in their lives.

Keanu wanted this to go down straight massacre. All we had to do was gather information about every part of Dmitry’s life. That was always Greek’s favorite part about our jobs. He liked it when we had to learn everything, down from birth to a traffic ticket. We could get all the dirty secrets of any person on the planet.

Dmitry’s parlor had certain activity going on that was more than getting rubbed down. The clients were majority Russian and Italian men, and the workers were all Korean. Not only that but they were all licensed to carry. That’s not normal just to give massages.

A little more digging we learned Dmitry paid for everything for his staff including getting them over to our country. He was like a pimp only his hoes were taught to shoot. All that did was make our job more fun.

Me and my brothers lived for jobs that were not so easily done. It kept us on our toes. We had to move as fast as The Flash once we got inside and made the first move. We did not need to be cornered or in a shootout. The Stone brothers’ name was in high demand in the underground crime world.

Even if some did not know us, eventually our tale would reach someone’s ears. For that, we could not just walk in the parlor even if we had fake identities. Our plan to enter it unknown was the old fashion way…breaking in.

“The people in the open need to be handled first. It needs to be done quietly and quickly. It’s five on the floor when we first walk in. Let’s move.” Greek gave the okay after he reminded us of what to do.

Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!

The three of us were on it once we got inside and killed the first five before they could run or make a sound. The place was dark with dim lamps on the wall and a lot of satin curtains everywhere. Now it was no turning back because we did not need anyone coming out to see the bodies and alert others.

Thank God the business was just two floors with no basement. We had to separate and handle everyone else. I walked down the hallway, this time my gun was in the back of my hip, and I was holding a knife. I paid a lot of money for this knife, and I liked to switch it up and use it sometimes. It cuts the skin as easy as a run goes up a woman’s stocking.

I stopped moving when someone came from behind a curtain and closed the door. It was a woman and I could see the gun on her hip. As soon as she turned her back on me, I put my hand over her mouth and slit her throat.

I made sure to hold her up as I opened the door of the room she just left. When we got inside, I dropped her body on the floor. I could hear what sounded like someone getting dressed. I took my gun out and pointed it behind the curtain.

“Did you forget---

Phew!

I shot him between the eyes, and he dropped to the floor. Then I checked where he was to make sure no one else was in this room. It was all clear, so I left the room and continued down the long hall. I killed three more people, Greek texted that he killed six and Golden got five. Then each of us killed one more and we had yet to find Dmitry.

I met back up with my brothers, Golden’s hands were covered in blood, and he had a smile on his face.

“Swear sometimes this job is better than sex.” He confessed comically.

I had to take my thermal camera back out so I could see what the hell we were missing.

“Behind the front desk, there is a door.” I pointed and told them when I looked at the camera and saw two body heat figures appear.

Greek went first, he moved the curtain and there was a door with a lock pad on it. This was another area I was good at. I took my tool kit out and started working on getting us in. It took about four minutes and the door opened.

“Didn’t need to see this shit.” Golden said when we turned the corner.