Page 2 of Hidden Desires
Stalking toward his prey, Blade pulled out another blade and admired the way the moon reflected off this one as well.
“You know, I hate it when people make me chase after them. It gets me all sweaty and out of breath. Then it puts me in a bad mood because I smell like BO when I have to go talk to my boss about the dude I just killed. Tell me, Jimmy. Why did you make me run?”
Blade stopped next to the man’s squirming body. He was trying to reach behind him and pull out the blade that was stuck in his back.
It was not a fatal throw. Just a throw meant to slow down your opponent.
He would get to the fatal throw later on.
“Well? Got anything to say to me, Jimmy?”
The man groaned as he turned onto his side, craning his neck to look up at Blade.
“Please. I’m sorry. I’ll get you your money.”
“It’s not my money,” Blade said sarcastically, stroking the blade with his index finger.
He loved the way the smooth, cold metal felt against his skin.
“Please. I can pay half now. I’ll get you the rest in three days,” the man squealed, sobbing uncontrollably as he tried to pull the blade from his back.
“Three days?”
The man nodded quickly, his long hair flopping around his head as he moved.
“Half now, the rest in three days. Oh, and tack on ten percent interest in late fees,” Blade countered.
His eyes remained on the blade as he waited for the injured man to respond.
“Yes. Yes. Thank you!” the man rushed, flashing Blade a smile at being able to continue living for at least the next three days.
Normally, Blade didn’t grant extensions, but he kind of liked the dude’s music, and he hoped that the man would find enough money to pay back his boss.
If not…
Blade knelt down and pulled the man’s phone from his pocket.
“Enter your passcode,” Blade ordered, holding the man’s phone up to his face.
The guy entered his passcode, then fell back against the ground.
Blade scrolled through the phone until he came to the guy’s cryptocurrency app.
“Here. Transfer me the funds now.”
The man did as he was told, then held up his phone to show Blade the confirmed transaction.
“Good boy,” Blade said, pulling his blade from the man’s back, then patting him on the stomach. “There is a pharmacy down the block if you need bandages, and a hospital further up if you think you might be dying. Either way, I’ll see you back here in three days with the rest, plus my interest.”
The man nodded his head without responding.
“Good. See you later, Jimmy.”
Blade stood up, wiping the man’s blood off his blade with a handkerchief. He placed the blades back into his belt and proceeded to head toward the street.
Listening to the man sob behind him, he felt guilty for what he had just done. He had chased a man down and almost ended his life.
But what choice did he have? His boss was the one who gave him the orders. His boss was the one who kept him off the streets.
