Page 3 of Destined for the Devil
"Don't worry. I'm not a serial killer. I can tell that's what you're thinking." He smiled. Really? Did this seem like a good time to smile?!
"Um, okay…I'm sure that's exactly what a serial killer would say." But my answer elicited another smile.
Damn, his smile was perfect. Perfection. Straight white teeth and dimples, his eyes looked down, and he seemed shy. I was so distracted by the sight of him that I had forgotten the crimson cuts adorning my legs.I tried to sit up but was immediately humbled by the excruciating pain in my thighs.
"Don't sit up. Here are some pain meds and water." The tattooed guy spoke slowly and with authority, pointing to the bedside table.
I finally realized I needed to get some information out of him.
"Who are you, and um, where am I, and also, was there a fire last night? What...?" I tried to formulate my thoughts but had to squeeze my eyes shut to piece it all together.
"My name is Roman. You're in my house. Just rest for now. We can talk later." And without another word, he closed the door and left.
Wow. What a fucking start to the day. Who the fuck was Roman, and why was his bedroom twice as large as my entire apartment? But he conveniently didn't answer the most important question—was there a fire?
The pain was becoming unbearable, so I did as he told me, unable to fight any longer. I downed two mysterious-looking pills and the glass of water and fell onto the soft and cool pillow, shutting my eyes to the world.
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Shewasagorgeousangel, lying all hurt and confused inmybed. Her body was sculpted by the gods, her light gray eyes screamed innocence and loyalty, and her chestnut-colored hair cascaded down her back and shoulders like a waterfall.
Oh lord, her body was hardly covered by the dirty silk; her skin looked so soft and delicious. What was underneath her barely there nightie was almost making me salivate.
What the fuck, I didn't even know her name! I thought that perhaps I could just kick her out, but no, my tongue didn't cooperate, and I told her to rest instead.
Fuck me. I needed to get her outasap.
I left her there and headed to meet my men. Someone was getting a bullet between the eyes today; that was a fucking certainty.
Anger brewed inside me like a vicious storm. Yesterday was acolossalfuck-up. It was supposed to be quiet, fast, and clean. Instead, we were left with one huge problem—a breathing and livingwitness.
"Well?" I looked down at the four of them, disgusted at the sight. They all knew they fucked up. Sergei and Denis sat in front of my desk on armchairs, waiting to see what would happen to the four idiots. "Which one of you cockroaches is going to explain what the fuck happened last night?"
They kept their eyes down, but one of them piped up. The same onewho always defended everyone and tried to smooth it over. "The house was empty except for him for the entire last year. It was only him living in the first-floor apartment. I swear."
Pale and uncertain, I could smell his panic. Probably scared that he wouldn’t come home to his wife tonight. Good. Fear was an excellent motivator.
"Who was responsible for tracking him?" I tried not to sound too murderous right away. Like sheep, they all remained silent.
My patience was wearing thin. I had an innocent young woman at home who was a prime witness and victim of a job that wasn't supposed to attract any attention.
"Who?! Who was tracking him?!" Without realizing it, I pressed the trigger. The bullet flew through my desk, the sound reverberating in the small space, and one leech momentarily caught my gaze.Him. I waited for him to find his balls and admit it.
"No one was there but him, Boss. I last checked on Thursday,” he almost whispered.
"Thursday was five days ago; yesterday was Tuesday! How the fuck did a whole-ass person end uplivingupstairs? Maybe she did what any normal person would do?! Moved in on the weekend?Jesus fuck!You didn't fucking check before we blazed it up?!"
It was cathartic to fucking lose it on him. My booming voice made them all flinch, and I fucking enjoyed it. I was usually calm and collected, but this time…something really irked me.
The image of the young woman in my bed, all bloodied and broken, was like nails on a chalkboard. Someone was about to fucking pay.
Not thinking any further, I took large strides toward the bastard and shot right through his forehead, catching the look in his eyes, filled with regret. He toppled over like a bag of shit, just like what he always was in life.
"That's it. Meeting’s over. Throw him out." I truly felt better after blowing his brains out. That went great.
