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I didn’t know what this girl was doing to me, but being in her presence had me feeling weird shit that I didn’t know how to explain. Specs had a body out this world that I wanted to dominant and fuck the shit out of but at the same time, I’d seen more in her than just some pussy. I gritted my teeth, thinking about the lame that was flirting with her downstairs the other day and staring at her ass. I wanted to snap his fucking neck for looking at what was mine, but I knew it would be too much for her. She still hadn’t asked much about my life or how I even got here so I knew she was green to the fact that I was a calculated killer.
CRASH!
A loud crash snapped me out of my thoughts. It sounded like broken glass or metal hitting the concrete and it came from outside. Spec’s jerked up as a soft gasp escaped her lips. I was already on go mode swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I pulled the drawer beside the bed open and wrapped my fingers around the grip of my gun. I cocked it back with a practiced motion and headed towards the room door. Whatever the hell that was, I knew it wasn’t good.
“Stay here,” I whispered firmly to Specs as she blinked, still half-asleep.
“Wh—”
“I said stay.”
She nodded her head, eyes wide as I turned to walk out. My killer instincts quickly kicked in as I crept down the narrow stairs, barefoot with my gun low but already on the trigger. I wasitching to put a muthafucka down. My eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness as I scanned the café. I looked towards the back and noticed that the back door was cracked open. I moved with quick precision towards the door then used my shoulder to push it back. As I stepped into the alley, I noticed a dark figure on the right. He came at me full force with a blade, but I pivoted, dodging it by an inch. I slammed the side of my fist into his throat, then drove my knee into his gut. He grunted but came back swinging, fast. I could tell that he was trained by the way he moved and fought back.
Ex-military maybe.
We were throwing hard punches until I got him on the wall and elbowed him hard in the chest. My gun skidded across the pavement, but I didn’t even need the shit no more. My hands alone would kill him. I gripped his throat and squeezed.
“Who the fuck sent you?” I questioned him through gritted teeth.
“F-u—ck y-o-u!” I squeezed harder as he struggled to breath, clawing at my hands.
He was good but he for damn sure was no match for my strength. Gideon always said that my strength was unmatched so if it was him that sent this muthafucka, it was a dumb move on his part because he should’ve known that he wouldn’t make it back alive. His eyes bulged as I squeezed out every piece of strength I had to end his life. My tunnel vision set in and the noise in my head had faded out. Now, it was just him, me and the fire in my blood that said to end this muthafucka. So, I did. His body sagged and his hand dropped, letting me know that there was no more breath in his body. I slowly released my hands from around his neck, letting his body drop to the ground.
“Oh… my… God.” That horrified voice pierced through my ears.
I turned fast to see Specs standing barefoot in the doorway in an oversized shirt. Her face was pale as hell, and her hands were shaking. The way she looked at me told me everything… she’d seen it all.
Fuck!
She stared at me like I was the monster under the bed, the one she was scared of as a kid and that shit pulled my heart strings. I never gave a fuck what people thought of me. I never cared about the lives I’d taken. But in this moment… I regretted it all. I took a step forward and she ran. I could hear her small feet hitting the stairs as fast as her legs could carry her. I wanted to go after her, say something, explain shit; hell, even lie if it meant calming her down, but I couldn’t. I still had a body to deal with.
I could tell he was somebody’s soldier cause even at the brink of death, he wouldn’t fold with a name. I’d never seen him before so I couldn’t for sure say that this was one of Gideon’s men. I knelt down and dug in the pockets of his pants and jacket, searching for a phone or anything on him that would give me an idea of where the fuck he came from.
Bingo!
I pulled out the flip phone he had tucked in the back pocket of his black cargo pants. Gideon was old school and always used flips phones for business with muthafuckas but that didn’t mean shit right now cause it could’ve been from anybody. I flipped it open and went to his call log. Nothing. I backed out and went to see if he’d had any recent messages. There was one message thread. I opened it and read the two texts that were sent to him. The first one was an address—Ivy’s café. The second one sent a burning sensation through my chest.
Unknown: Kill the girl, then kill him.
CHAPTER 11
Ghost
I shutthe back door and slid the deadbolt into place. The weight of what just went down was still sitting heavy in my chest, but I pushed it back and did what I had to do. I wiped the sweat off my face with my forearm and looked down at my hands. They were bruised with a few cuts, but I’d dealt with worse. My side was stinging but I could tell it was healing cause’ the pain was almost nonexistent. I made sure to stash the body for now until I could really dispose of it later. Right now, my main focus was getting to her. That look of fear I’d seen in her eyes was etched in my brain. She wasn’t built for this, and I hated that she had to be involved in shit like this. I kept replaying the message…
Kill the girl, then kill him.
I’d unwilling put her in harm’s way by showing up here and that shit fucked with me every day, now even more since that dickhead had shown up, thinking he was going to take me out. He had to fuck around and find out and so would any other muthafucka that came lurking. I made my way up the stairs, carrying a heart full of guilt and regret with every step. What the fuck had this girl done to me. Giving a fuck about anybody’s feelings was foreign to me but whatever reason, I cared abouthers. I paused at the top step, seeing the light from the bedroom spill into the hallway.
I stepped inside and found her curled up on that futon again, her knees pulled up to her chest. Her eyes where wide open, like she was watching a fucking Ghost.
She was!
I walked slowly towards her and sat on the side of the bed close to the futon. Neither of us spoke a word but her eyes said everything.
I dragged my hand down my face. “Ivy. I told you to stay here. You weren’t supposed to see that shit, ma,” I muttered.
“I… I couldn’t…I was worried. Then, there was so much noise, I thought?—"
