Page 9 of Property of Camo

We leave her cottage, strolling back to our bikes.

“What job you going to?” Rush asks as he mounts his bike.

“A woman hired us to take out her lawyer ex-husband. The cunt raped their son and got away with it. A job I will take great pleasure in doing.”

Shift holds his fist out to me, which I bump before we both take to our bikes. They head back to the club, while I ride off in the direction of the penthouse suite this fucker lives in with his new woman, who we have found out is just as much of a cunt as the one she is fucking.

It takes me nearly an hour to get to my destination. Parking my bike in an alley behind a dumpster, I pull my leather jacket collar up, fending off some of the cold breeze that is blowing.

My fingertips brush against the cold glass as I enter the main door to the building. It is all modern and cold looking. Walking past the security guard who is on duty, I smile knowing that the fucker cannot see me.

Looking over his shoulder, I see that he is watching porn on his phone, some couple fucking while wearing latex suits.Kinky fuck.

Chuckling, a sound slips out, making the guard jump and look around, his eyes filled with shock and fear.

Moving down to the bank of elevators, I touch the button so it opens for me, then slip inside. With my foot on the wall keeping me invisible to the human eye, my hands are free to take my phone out and I look at a photo I took of Skyla one night.

The one and only photo I allow myself to have of her.

I couldn’t bring myself to collect more. I know she means something to me, and it would gut me if she got hurt, which is why I cannot offer her more. My need to protect her overpowers my need to have her.

The elevator dings, alerting me to the floor that I need. The doors slide open, revealing a tacky looking penthouse apartment. White and chrome walls and furniture. Shitty expensive art hanging on the wall.

Stopping next to a glass table with an ugly glass vase sitting in the middle, I have the urge to lift the thing and drop it, makingit smash into a million pieces, but I do not want to alert everyone that I am here.

Moving through the place, I snarl seeing the cunt has images of his son in photo frames, with his arm around him. Anyone paying attention can tell that his kid looks scared of him. The boy’s eyes portray his fear.

Pres got the layout of the apartment and made me memorize that shit so I could get in and out without being detected.

Like that would ever happen.

Locating the room I know is the primary bedroom, I carefully turn the door handle, pushing the door open. I grimace seeing the large four-poster bed in the center of the room, clear curtains hanging from its corners. Both of the sick fucks are sleeping soundly in the bed, with a white noise sound filling the room, as well as a diffuser puffing some smelly shit into the air around them.

Shaking my head, I step closer. A snarl sounds from me as I see the cunt sleeping soundly while his son still sleeps in fear of his father coming into his room. Dressed in silk pajamas, he lays next to the bitch who is just as evil as he is.

This bitch likes to cause chaos in people’s lives, and in some instances those people have taken their own lives to escape the shit she has caused them.

Moving around to her side of the bed, I make myself visible again before tapping her on the nose like the bad bitch dog she is.

She jerks away, screaming when she sees me. I smile down at her, soaking in the fear that is coming off her in waves. My body is buzzing with the need to spill her blood.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

The cunt next to her wakes up, and the smell of fear doubles.

“Why do you fuckers always ask the same questions? It does not matter who I am, bitch, or what I want, because you will notlive long enough to do anything about it, but I will tell you why I am here.”

“We have money,” the sniveling prick says, as he pulls the woman in front of his body.

She looks horrified that he is using her as a shield and tries to move away, but he is stronger and holds firm.

“You are a pathetic coward, Howie. Using your woman as a human shield, but I can tell you now that it will not help you. You are going to die tonight,” I happily inform them.

“Why?” she cries, tears and snot running down her face.

“Well, see” —I grin at her — “you like to hurt people, don’t ya? Hurt them so much that they un-alive themselves to get away from the life-altering chaos that you caused them. And you.” I turn my face to the fucker behind her. “You like to rape little boys. Your own flesh and blood, and for that, you get to die a slow, painful death.”

He whimpers, and I laugh.

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