her father. I don’t enjoy death, but there’s no mistaking the power that taking a life gives you. It’s a rush and for that slight moment, I’m untouchable. I don’t chase that feeling though, not like Ocean’s old man did. Hell, not like her precious Widows still do.
I kill out of necessity. I kill because it’s the right thing to do. I should have fucking killed Jude, but he was handled. I’m just glad I got the chance to tell him exactly what I thought of him. He’s going to spend the rest of his life behind bars and that’s the outcome that Ocean needed, whether she comes forward or not.
I push the door open and cringe at the soft squeal of the metal hinges. I pause in the darkness, listening out for Marco but he’s too engrossed in his whore’s raw pussy to notice that his life is only minutes away from ending. I guess he’s lucky to be dying with his dick wet. If only Maryne was offered the same generosity to die doing something she loved.
Confident that my presence hasn’t been made known, I sneak in through the back door, leaving it open for a quick getaway. There’s nothing worse than having a nosey neighbor peering through the window after hearing a gunshot and accidentally getting your dumbass locked in the house. After spending twelve hours hiding in an attic, I very quickly learned from that mistake.
I creep through Marco’s home, looking over the way he lives. He’s twenty-six and living in a run-down warehouse. He’s a fucking slob. There’s shit all over the place. Old takeout containers, probably from when he was in town last, dirty clothes, and not to mention the state of the bathroom. I’m doing him a fucking favor here.
I walk through to the kitchen and find my mark. His back is still to me while his paid pussy is digging her nails into his back but not for the same reasons that Ocean digs hers into mine. This chick is in pain and it’s about time I put her out of her misery.
Marco grunts in pleasure. “Yeah, you fucking like that, don’t you, you dirty little slut.”
I hold back a gag. I’ve never understood men calling their women dirty sluts. Have a little class. If you treat a woman well, she’ll do the same for you. It’s simple math.
I walk up behind them and as I grow nearer, I raise the gun to the back of Marco’s head. The woman sees it within a split second of warning and her eyes go big before a squeal tears out of her.
The barrel of the gun presses against the back of his head and he freezes with his hands in the air. The girl instantly pulls back from him with a pained groan, watching me with wide eyes. “Go,” I tell her.
She doesn’t hesitate and sprints out the door, leaving her clothes behind.
“That was a fucking mistake,” Marco spits, not bothering to turn around. He would have hundreds of enemies all wanting to stand where I stand right now. Not turning around to see who’s at his back is a mistake, but making any kind of move would also be a mistake. I guess it doesn’t matter. Either way, he’s going to end up dead.
“Turn around.”
He takes his time but does as he’s told, assuming the man at his back is too fucking pussy to pull the trigger.
As he meets my eyes, his lips twist into an amused grin. “If it isn’t Carrington Jr.” he laughs. “I’ll give you two seconds to get out of here. Trust me, you’re not going to like the repercussions of coming onto my turf.”
“Just like you’re not going to like the repercussions of coming onto mine. Tell me, how’re your brothers doing? I trust they’re becoming well acquainted with their new housing situation.”
His face falls as if only just realizing who’s responsible for putting his scumbag brothers behind bars. To be honest, I’m a bit disappointed in him. His father dearest had worked it out in no time. I guess there’s a communication issue between the family. I had originally planned the same fate for Marco, but in his case it was a little different. It would have been as easy as handing over my home security footage to the cops, showing the moment he ended Maryne’s life but I found myself holding onto it.
I think I always knew I’d end up here but I had to try