Page 9 of Bodyguard Wolf Shifter
I jumped when his fist hit the table hard enough to make everything on top of it rattle. "We all do what we have to do but now I have to clean up your mess. I do have an idea to make it more entertaining. You know the old adage an eye for an eye," he said with a snap of his fingers.
Those two men got up to face me. They laid their guns on the desk.
"I thought we were through with the theatrics," I said while backing up until I was in the outer portion of the office with more room to move.
"Indulge me my little quirks. They have every right to want their pound of flesh. It fascinates me how your mind works. We can talk about the real reason for your visit when this little matter is settled to my satisfaction. This should be fun. I hope you don't mind being outnumberd," he said cracking a smile.
I moved my head back and forth from one side to the other. My knuckles cracked and my body became taut. My shoulders echoed the sentiment of the rest of my body by tensing.
Smith sat down with his legs crossed, puffing on the end of an unlit Cuban cigar.
I breathed deeply in through my nose and out through my mouth. Everything around me became hypersensitive including movements and scents.
The whistle of the chain almost caught me off guard.
I grabbed it and twisted it until it was wrenched from the hand holding it. I tossed it over my shoulder. It was no longer a threat but that only seemed to anger them more.
Their emotions became a weakness I could capitalize on.
The bigger of the two rushed me. It was almost laughable considering he had used the same technique earlier. The definition of insanity was doing the same thing twice and expecting a different result.
He wasn't using his dominant hand which only slowed down his reflexes even more. It was easy to read his body language. He wasn't ambidextrous. Only a certain percentage of the population had that unique trait.
He overcompensated with his fist going over my shoulder. The crack of the bone when I struck underneath the elbow made his entire face go white. He couldn't scream and only stared at me without comprehending what had happened until the last second.
The man was in a state of shock.
The arm wasn't supposed to bend in the opposite direction.
"It doesn't matter how often I see you in action. It's always a spectacle worthy of my admiration and respect. Don't stop now." He motioned to the last guy standing.
I didn't know their names,but I was familiar with their work.
This one brandished a pair of brass knuckles. This guy thought mistakenly it was going to give him a better advantage over me. He didn't know that he was choreographing his moves. It made it easier to predict when the right cross was going to come looking to smash in my face.
I turned slightly almost imperceptibly to the naked eye, careful to rein in the beast screaming to get out. It was a simple matter of turning his wrist sideways until his legs buckled and he was on his knees with tears streaming down his face.
Mercy was for the weak, but I didn't consider myself a cold-blooded killer unless provoked. They were vastly overwhelmed and had little to no chance of laying a finger on me.
I flinched from the echo of the bullets.
Those two men died but it wasn't by my hands. The smoking barrel was clutched in Smith's grubby little paws. The thing was a silver cannon. It wasn't modern-day technology.
He thought of himself as an outlaw. His favorite movies were old westerns.
"Don't look at me like that. It had to be done. There was a witness. A homeless man rummaging through the trash got a good look at her attackers. He also made a composite sketch with a police artist of you. That's not my problem. They were. You really can't get good help these days. Thankfully, these people are a dime a dozen." He sat there and cleaned his weapon.
"I thought we could come to an arrangement and have them disappear," I said while standing there looking at their dead eyes.
I could take solace my hands were clean.
"They are going to disappear and never be seen again. I've already compensated the families. They will think what I want them to think. It's amazing what money can do when you have more than everybody else," he said with his body leaning back against an empty desk.
"I didn't want this," I stammered.
"What do you want? Don't tell me nothing. You look like you have something to ask. I can see the words on the tip of your tongue. You could've called but you decided to come in person. Let's not waste each other's time," he said with his hand pointing the cigar at me.
"You only gave us one set of documents when we paid for three. You convinced me that you are a man of your word. Honor is something I take very seriously. I'm willing to overlook this oversight, but I need something in return." I hinted about a way to smooth the troubled waters and continue to do business together.
