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Prologue

“Can you handle this?” he asked me, sipping his glass of scotch as he fiddled with the pen at his desk. “I want no witnesses, understood?”

“Yeah, I got it. It's not like I haven't done this before.” Smirking, I check the mag in my gun to make sure it's full.

“I'm serious, Porter, this man screwed me and he needs to pay. I don't want anything getting in the way of what he has coming to him.”

“No witnesses, got it.”

“Good, now get the fuck out and don't come back til it's done.”

Leaving my boss's home, I drove the twenty minutes to the address he had given me. The lights were out, the house dark and quiet, exactly what I needed to see.

This was going to be easy as fuck, there was no doubt in my mind. Taking a life doesn't have to be hard if you the person deserved it. And the people we dealt with weren't good men. They deserved more than the gift I was giving when I came for them at night. A simple bullet was a blessing in my eyes.

Tucking the gun into my waist, I gently close the car door, and look around. The street lights are casting shadows into the road. Long, sweeping shadows from the trees giving me cover.

With soft feet, I cut through the woods and come out in the backyard. I had to make this quick, in and out, get the job done and disappear before anyone even knew I was there. I wasn't worried, I've done this a dozen times, and each time I get better.

It's a craft I've been perfecting, and it's led me to the top. He didn't ask anyone else anymore, he came to me. Because he knew I was going to do it right.

My first hit didn't go exactly as I planned. The guy was fighter, and he gave me a run for my money. He fought me hard, and I ended up with a black eye and a concussion before I left.

But I walked out, he didn't.

Slinking through the grass low, I used the shadows to my advantage, allowing them to hide me easily. In all black, I could vanish, no one could see me if they looked out a window.

A light pops on in a window on the second floor. I can see the shape of a person behind the blind. A dog barked in the distance, causing the figure to stand still, and lean closer to the window.

Ducking back into the bushes, I watched as two fingers split the blinds open and a set of eyes looked out into the yard. The eyes moved back and forth, searching nervously.

He shouldn't know I'm coming, but when you fuck up in this business, you know what waited for you at the end. This was his end.

The blinds popped closed and I watched as he fixed the curtain, and the light went out.

Darting across the yard, I reached the rear sliding glass doors. With a few quick slips of a knife down the seam, the door broke free. Pushing it open slowly, I stayed outside and waited.

I had to be cautious, I didn't know if someone would hear the crack of the metal frame. After a few seconds of silence, I stepped into the house. Placing my feet down one foot at a time, I side stepped through the kitchen.

There was a long wooden table in the center of the room, and a shiny island made white granite to my right. The table had a bowl of fruit in the center, so I picked up an apple.

Plastic. . . Figures.

Colton Diamonte was fucking cheap, he always had been. But he'd loved to borrow money for his gambling habit. After a few months of fast talking, and no money back in my bosses hand, the time to pay was over.

There was only one thing he could pay with now—his life.

Dropping the fruit back into the bowl, I creep around the corner and explore the house. It looked like any other mafia style home. Fancy furniture, expensive rugs and paintings, ornate glass decorations.

Letting out a quiet laugh, I shook my head to myself. These fucking people don't know how good they had it. And this douche bag decided to fuck it all up.

Climbing the stairs, I see four doors, and only one is open. Moving to the open door, I find an empty bathroom. I had a choice to make at that point, which door should I try first?

This was my first home hit. All the others were either done at one of the clubs or set up in a parking lot. This felt different. I felt imposing, knowing I didn't belong there.

Fuck it, time to just fucking end this.

In and out, that's the plan.

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