Page 32 of Reckless Roulette


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“Well, I’m not,” I say as I keep going. By the fifth floor, my legs have a good burn to them, but Len looks as happy as can be. By the seventh floor, I’m regretting all of my past decisions and he’s rattling off different games we can play tomorrow, all of which sound dreadful. “Do you not see medyinghere?”

“You do look a little… glistening. And not in a sexy way.”

“I’m sweating.”

“Sounds gross.”

“The thought of being murdered is starting to sound better. Imagine if I walked up all these stairs only to get offed when I get to the top. I’ll die looking miserable.”

“I’ll make sure to fix your hair before your body is picked up,” he promises. “There’s little I can do about the horrible look of pain and torture on your face, though.”

“Thanks. You’re so helpful,” I say sourly.

He’s proud of himself, which is irritatingly clear when I look at his face.

“Don’t you just play video games all day long?” I ask. “Why are you so in shape?”

“I also run every morning, lift weights, and train. Do you want to join my daily workout?”

“Absolutely not.”

Len shrugs. “Your loss.”

Once he’s power walked up to the top, he smiles down at me. “You can do it!”

I flip him off.

“That’s the spirit.”

I flip him off with both hands.

He still seems to be having the time of his life as he waits for me. And when I finally show up, he gives me a thumbs-up. “You are magnificent.”

“You are irritating.”

Len isn’t deterred as he steps out onto the floor. There isn’t much of a hallway since the whole floor is mine and it’s the top floor in the building. The only place to go is through the door leading into my place. I type in the door code, and he slips in front of me, swinging it open.

He takes one step into the dark room as I reach in to turn the light on for him, but just as quickly, he shoves me back. As I stumble into the doorframe, he turns to the side and grabs for a shadow in the darkness. With a knife I hadn’t even realized he was holding, he quickly stabs the man in the neck multiple times before turning and shooting a guy in the head with a silenced gun. He grabs me and shoves me hard toward the kitchen counter, which he seems to be using as cover as I hear a bullet ping off something near him.

“Stay,” he says, like he thinks I’m planning on waltzing out there and getting my head blown off.

“Where the fuck am I going to go?” I ask as he slides around the side, and I hear more shots before a door bangs open. Then another. The fighting seems to have stopped, which makes me question if they’re all down and Len is checking the rest of the area.

“I’mreallyhoping this wasn’t a surprise birthday party or something,” Len says.

I peek over the counter and see at least three dead men and one writhing on the ground.

“No one likes me that much,” I assure him.

“I would say good but then that sounds weird too,” he says as he grabs the hoodie of the guy who’s still alive. “Bathroom?”

I point.

He drags the man off as I look around the room. Norn’s guys aren’t slackers. They’re the best money can buy because he doesn’t care how ruthless or fucked up they are. The more violent they are, the better, but that’s how you end up with criminals and the like who get off on killing and torturing.

Slowly, I wander into the bathroom where I hear the water running.

“I love the giant tub, but it sure takes a while to fill up, doesn’t it?” Len asks as the man stares up at him with wide eyes. “We’re going to be here all day at this rate, and I don’t have all day. I’m getting sleepy.” He flips the man over so he’s facing him. “What’s Norn planning?”

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