Page 86 of Stolen Sun

By the time Zander has the power shut off, I’m already near enough to the guest rooms to hear him fucking the cook. Neither of them seem to notice the loss of power, so I open my blade and peek through the door. Conner has her on all fours on the floor. Her head is practically underneath the bed as he pummels her from behind.

Considering this would be a fucking great way to die, I decide to wait him out. He doesn't deserve to go out that easy, and I don’t want to kill an innocent if I don’t have to.

I sneak into the room to hide behind a large dressing room divider. Several minutes later, the fucker finally finishes. I listen as they both get dressed.

“When will she be back home?” She asks him.

“Later in the week. I want you on the table tonight as the first course, so go ahead and cancel your help tonight.” He tells her.

She giggles and runs out of the room.

Show time.

Slipping out from behind the divider, I see his back is still to me, so I creep up behind him. At the last second, I kick the backs of his knees and grab his arms. Before he has any time to react, I’m kneeling on his legs and holding his wrists together behind him.

He hollers out, but Zander has caught up to me. He shoves the needle into his neck and pushes the plunger down. The yelling stops almost immediately as his body goes slack.

Zander holds up one finger, letting me know he only saw one staff member in the house before he cut the tapes. I nod, and he checks the hall to make sure she isn’t coming back. He turns to give me the all clear.

Lifting Conner over my shoulder, I walk down the hall. Zander stays in front of me to check around corners.

We’re almost to the kitchen when I hear something across the hall. It sounds like she’s showering, so we continue through the house, slipping out the way we came in.

Chance is waiting for us by the road when we make it back to the bikes. He pops the trunk to give us the all clear, and I throw Conner in. Slamming it shut, I bang on the trunk lid, letting him know to go.

Zander leaves ahead of me, and I stay hidden in the woods until the next gap between cars.

“Damn, I’m a little disappointed,” Zander says through the headset.

“You can wait for him to wake up before you strap him down,” I respond, laughing to myself.

“Fuck yeah!”

“Next target will be more difficult,” I warn.

“The receptionist is basically planning our wedding already. I got you, bro,” he laughs now.

Taking the final bend in the road, I watch Zander pull into the warehouse parking lot ahead of me. Chance is already parked around the back.

Not wanting to drive my bike across gravel, I park out front. I walk through the office down the dark hall to the back storage room.

Chance and Zander drop an unconscious Conner Anderson on the floor. The cell phone in his pocket is steadily ringing. Walking over to the table, I open my box of knives to choose one.

“Chance, go back and offer the cook a plane ticket and some cash. Tell her Conner had to leave suddenly and wants her to join him. Make sure it’s a one-way ticket,” I tell him before he walks out.

Zander kicks Conner in the ribs, trying to wake him up.

“How much did you give him?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow when that doesn’t even result in a grunt.

“We still have a few minutes. I just thought he should wake up sore,” he says, shrugging his shoulders at me.

He grabs some things out of the cabinet, prepping for a fun afternoon.

I take the opportunity to send little miss sunshine a text.

I bought you several things. Look in your nightstand. I want a pic ASAP

Conner starts to stir, so I set my phone facedown on the counter. Picking up the first knife, I turn around and sling it into his arm.

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