Page 2 of Bound

Pulling my gun from my waist, I checked the silencer to make sure it was on tight. Cocking the hammer, I held the gun by my head, and went right. The rug under my feet helped cushion the sound of my shoes. I was invisible.

It's crazy how powerful you feel when you take someone's life. It's in your hands, you get to see the look on their faces and the fear in their eyes.

That did something to me. It filled this void in my chest I was never able to get rid of.

And I fucking liked it.

Reaching the first door, I grab the handle with a gloved hand, and turn it slowly. Giving it a slight push, it swayed inward, and the glow from outside lit up the room.

A woman in the bed began to stir, lifting her head and rubbing her eyes. It took her a second to register what was happening and that what she was seeing was real.

That there was a man in her doorway. That he was holding a gun. That everything was about to change.

“Colt,” she said as she pushed up in bed and grabbed her husbands shoulder to shake him.“Colt.”Her voice came out soft, but terrified. “Colt, get up.” Shaking him harder, he twisted his head to look back at her.

“Wha—” he started to say, his tone annoyed that she was waking him. And then he spotted me, and his voice quickly cut out as he launched out of his bed and made a mad dash for his closet.

“Stay right where you are,” I barked, pointing my gun right at him. “How's it going, Colt?” I asked. I'm an asshole, I know. I get high off fucking with these guys before I fucking kill them.

“Wh. . . what do you want? Why are you here?” His hands were up high as his wife started to cry.

“You know why I'm here. Did you think he wouldn't come for you? Did you honestly think you could steal his money and wouldn't have to pay the consequences?”

“I. . . I have his money. I have all of it, just let—”

“It's late for that, you should have paid while you had the chance.” Taking long sweeping steps into the room, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and forced him to his knees.

“Please, you don't have to do this. I can pay him, I'll go with you now to do it, just don't kill me.”

“I wish it was that simple, Colt, I really do. But you're out of chances, and I have a job to do.” Pressing the cold steel to the back of his head, my finger hovered over the trigger.

“Mommy,” a small voice said as she stepped into the doorway. “Mommy, what's going on?” The little girl looked between her mother and me, her eyes dropping to her dad.

“Mom, what's happening?” Another voice echoed the first girl's thoughts as two children now filled the threshold.

The woman gestured for her children to come to her and she cradled them in her arms. She was crying hysterically, but doing her best to reign it in for her children.

They couldn't have been more than five and six years old. So innocent, and unaware of the world their father was living in.

Everyone was staring at me. Waiting.

The room feel silent. There were voices, but I couldn't hear them. Words were being cast, their faces begging me to stop.

Forcing the blackness around me to consume my thoughts, I ignored their pleas.

Clenching my jaw, I wrapped my finger tighter around the trigger. My hand began to shake, the tremble traveling down to the gun, making it shift against his head.

Do it. Do your job!

'And leave no witnesses. . .'Marcos voice rang through my head, reminding me of what I had to do.

I never asked to become this monster, I was gifted it. And you can't waste a gift.

I had a purpose. I had a mission. I couldn't just walk away.

It has to be done. . .

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