Page 13 of Requiem

“I bet you do. I’m going back to our compound. Keep me posted.”

“I will.”

I take the contents of the dryer in my arms and walk back out not caring if I’m a sick fuck for sniffing the smell of her detergent, remembering it like some signature perfume.

Back at my lair I deposit my good on my bed and remove the false wall hiding the floor to ceiling safe, guarding my weapons. I have a bride to kill. Other wise how can I marry my one true love? My cousin is keeping tabs on my bride and her brothers. They’re in Manhattan. I’ll have to draw them out. There’s too much surveillance, it’s too populated...

I text Johnny:

Invite my bride for a sex-fest in the Hamptons. Include a dick pic if it’ll help.

Johnny:Only if you let me do her before you do her in.

Me:*** EYEROLLL*** Just do it.

As I’m choosing my weapon of choice he responds.

Johnny:Three days. My house in Sag Harbor.

Me: Don’t worry I’ll be clean.

Johnny:What about her brothers?

Me: I’m handling that shit tonight.

Johnny:They’ve been at the new club in the Meatpacking district, Nitrious the past two nights…

Me:Perfect.

I call my cousin’s. Their sisters owe me a few favors. I’ll fly them in, give them a few pills and have them drug my brother-in law’s drinks. Death will be too goof for them but serving the Cartel down South… will make them pay while helping me create the friendships I’ve been trying to make. Payback for forcing me to marry their bitch of a sister will be sweet indeed. I put my plans in motion while pondering what to do with Gabriella. I might have trained for this moment my whole life but the thought of killing a woman still pesters my conscience. Maybe I’ll just leave her to Johnny and let him do with her what he wishes… anything but set her free.

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