Page 47 of Property of Camo

He wants his old man gone, and in a way that will give people nightmares. The son wants to take over the family business, and take power over the territories that his name carries.

Winger, being the best Pres you will find, agreed to the kill but also added in the condition that the club benefits from this job. We get three percent of what the business makes.

So the job got handed to me, as I need to let my dark side loose today.

I look down at my phone, seeing that I have nothing from Skyla, not that I truly expected her to send me a text. I half expected a text bitching me out, cursing me, like most women do in Salem.

I sit up in my seat when I hear giggles and see the couple emerging from the posh restaurant.

I fire up the orange and rust-spotted truck we use to blend in, and watching them climb into a town car that I have no doubt was expensive, I follow behind them when their driver pulls away.

The son threw in an extra deal just for me if I kill the woman as well, so I have plans for her. She is known for sleeping withmarried men and blackmailing them, threatening the wives and children of the men she attracts.

I know the address of her condo, and I follow at a distance until they reach their destination. I park my truck a distance away so they do not clock me, and if the driver does, he says nothing.

Cutting the engine, I reach over to the glove compartment and pull out my gloves that I will need for tonight. They may not be able to see me, but I can leave fingerprints and DNA if I am not careful.

Moving closer to the building, I reach the door.

“Security feed has been cut, door should open for you now, brother.” Cotton’s voice pops into my head.

“Thanks, brother,” I mutter and pull the door open.

Slipping inside, I climb the stairs to the second floor. I crack my neck, and my blood pumps, filling with adrenaline and pride for what I am about to do.

I enjoy taking dirty motherfuckers out of this world, but I know that I can’t get them all.

When I reach the door, I hear the bitch giggling on the other side, followed by a deep moan.

I cringe at the thought of the fat fuck getting his dick sucked, or sinking into some nasty gash.

Using the keycard that was provided to us, I move into the room. It is like a teenage girl lives here. Everything is pink and white, with glittery shit all over the place. I mean, who the fuck can lay on a cushion that is covered in sequins?

They are so lost in each other, neither of them notices the door opening or me slipping in, not that they would as I have faded. This is why I am feared among the supernatural people.

They never see me coming.

Winger does not discriminate against supernaturals with powers, but he will carefully select the people with powers who will benefit him and the club.

Prowling across the room, I stand over them both, as the bitch sits on her knees, sucking the fucker’s cock. Without waiting any longer, I move in, making myself known.

The old cunt jerks, but before they can move, I slam my hand against the back of the bitch’s head, making her choke on the cock in her mouth. She gags, coughs, and whimpers, making me laugh.

“You like cock so much, bitch, then you can die for it.” I come out of my fade, letting my presence be known.

With my hand on the man’s throat, I hold him still while the woman chokes on his cock. I would say I am shocked when the bastard moans at her discomfort, but I have seen some nasty fucked-up shit in my forty-five years on this Earth.

Her nails claw and scratch at his thighs as she fights my hold, but I am stronger and give no fucks if she hurts him. I watch as tears flow fast down her cheeks, her eyes wide with fear but I see her fading as she struggles to breathe. The fear is getting the better of her, making it harder to breathe.

“FUCK! She’s biting my dick,” the old man cries out as I let the woman go, making me laugh at their reactions.

His eyes go wide hearing the malevolent sound coming from me.

“That will teach you to keep your cock locked away and only offer it to your wife. I have no idea how the fuck she puts up with your cunty ways,” I growl at him.

“I pay her well enough.” Then his eyes go wide, his hands covering his now bleeding shaft. “Did she put you up to this? I can offer you double what she is paying you. Please, let me go.”

The girl whimpers from the floor, drawing my attention.

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