Page 96 of Tempted By Poison

Chapter 32

Anita

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Location: Outskirtsof Hollow City, 35 Deserted Rd.

Operation: Kill the traitorous bastard

There's no way to explain the fury driving into my blood. I, personally, needed to be here because it's become a vendetta for me, and it’ll thrill me to watch that dickhead's eye dim before Ronan chops his neck off.

My father was close friends with Richard's father, who was the previous mayor before he passed away. To have someone like him looking over our city?

He needs to meet death. Now.

The black skeleton ski mask that Ronan provided for us keeps the crisp air from biting into our skin. Bluish-black darkens the sky's canvas, the rain cooled down only giving us drizzles. It's all perfect fitting with our black camouflage rain suits and black paint around our eyes. Undetected, we head to the road that leads to a concrete hill surrounded by uneven grass and rocks.

Our steps are hurried but light, I keep up, although I am injured, I won't let it affect my mission to get inside.

“We have confirmation that his wife and daughters are not on the premises.” Chris cuts into our earpieces when we arrive at the top and head to looping trees, ducking behind a rock that's the size of a boulder.

Ronan faces me, the inky sky casting over him. The markings painted around his eyes and the skeleton mask make him look terrifying. Only his beautiful eyes shine under the moon's glow. “Are you sure you’re okay? Are you in pain?”

“Worry about me after, Ronan.”

He touches my arm gently, but I can tell it's more of a warning. “I can’t. Tell me now. Are you okay? And don't lie to me.”

I side eye Wicked quickly, and she pretends to fix her weapon. I glance at Ronan with his piercing stare, shifting slightly. “I’m okay. I swear.”

Ronan skates over my face as if he can tell when I lie. I’m not. He nods. “Alright. Let's go.”

As we near his home, I noticed a few things. The yard to the front entrance is kept clean, free of any sign that children may live here. Even under the night sky, I can see how well-kept the grass and trees are. How the structure of his house is tall and wide in depth with arches and a balcony on the top floor that I would presume is where he stays. It's all too perfect for a mayor to have and afford.

The first guard is pacing in the front entrance, stiff in the shoulders, with his red and black uniform on with a snake and star stitching on the side of it. His combat wear is something that's not unknown to me. I’ve seen those specific colors before. Same badge.

We each approach carefully, then Wicked aims her tranquilizer gun and looks through her scope while still moving and shoots the man in his neck. No loud noise transmitted from her gun besides his body dropping on the pavement.

“Nice shot,” Ronan murmurs, holding his rifle to his waist.

She looks over at me and winks.

“I could've done better,” I tease.It was a good shot.I wish I were able to indulge in some action, but Mr. Headman decided against it. Instead, he gave me a handgun. How fun.

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