AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She rolls over to her back and glares up at me. I scan my rolodex of facial expressions. She’s angry.
“You tried to kill me,” her voice is raspier than before.
I do not reply to this obvious statement. I pull her to her feet by her arm and walk her back into the bedroom, depositing her up against the wall. I then head back over to my menu.
He’s been dead for a while now. I had more plans for him, but I no longer desire the fun. The sound of the carpet squishing behind me has me turning to glare at her. She’s on her knees inching toward the door.
“If you try to run again, it will not end well.”
If she attempts to run this time, I will have a legitimate reason to kill her.
“You have a reason now. Look at her, she’s without morals. The good book says the wicked shall be cut from the earth.”
Turning away from her, I gather my weapons. Using a towel, I wipe down the head of the hammer and then drop it back into my duffle. Although my attention appears to be on cleaning my tools, I listen intently for all sounds behind me. Other than heavy breathing, she does not try to leave again. Good.
The silence is interrupted by her raspy voice. It’s not light and airy like it was before. I don’t like it.
“What did he do to you?”
I pause, before grabbing the hack saw off the bed and wiping it down. Did she know him? Was he her lover the way Passion is for Priest? The thought of it has me turning my head in her direction.
“Nothing,” I snap.
She shrinks back against the wall as if I’ve struck her. I go back to cleaning my tools.
“Then why did you kill him?” Her question is a lot more hesitant this time.
I want to tell her to stop talking. I don’t like a lot of conversation. Plus, I don’t owe her a reason for doing what I did. However, when I open my mouth those are not the words that come out.
“It’s my job.”
“Is your job being a serial killer?”
Shaking my head, I stuff my blade down in the bag. Grabbing the drill next, I remove the bloodied broken bit, clean it, and then toss it in the bag as well before moving on to the power tool.
“No.” I once again find myself responding when my mind is telling me to be quiet.
I’m waiting for the point where the sound of her voice starts to annoy me. Even with Priest and my brothers I can only talk to them for so long before I become irritated. However, I don’t like her silence.
She didn’t run. Mother said they would all run, but she didn’t at first.
“You’re an assassin?” Her voice is even lower now, almost a whisper.
“Yes.”
Silence sits between us, and I fight my instincts to turn around and look at her. The burning urge to constantly keep my eyes on her bothers me.
“Are you going to kill me?”
“Yes,” I don’t lie.
Though I spared her for now, she will die tonight. I ignore her soft whimpers in the corner. Tears won’t save her life. After zipping up my duffle, I take my phone out and make a call. The line connects but no one speaks.
“Placing an order for one. Menu five.” I hang up the phone and drop it in my pocket. The fifth item on my menu is done.
Grabbing my duffle off the chair, I walk over to her and glare down. She’s in a tight ball, her back is to the wall and her knees are pulled up to her chest. Her face is buried in her hands. The fingers on my free hand twitch at the urge to touch her.
“Time to go,” I say, balling my hand into a fist.
