Page 14 of Hunted Heir

The taller one, a thick specimen of a man, wearing black and isn’t easy to distinguish, is looking out the window as he locks eyes with mine. I freeze, unable to move, staring at him dead on. I know he can see me and what I look like, even though I pray he can’t.

It feels like minutes but only seconds before I snap myself out of my freezing dead zone and then I run. I run as fast as I can.

Where I used to live, if you see shit like this, you got a fucking target on your back. Even though I lived in a high crime area, I’m pretty sure that shit is the same everywhere.

If you shoot somebody, you’re going to go to jail, but these are rich people.

I get chills as I pray to God that they weren’t able to see me clearly. That they were unable to make out any of my distinguishing features and that they don’t figure out who the fuck I am.

If they do, I don’t need to worry anymore about running from the three jealous bitches. I need to worry about running for my life.

Chapter

Eight

Reaper

“What the fuck was I thinking?” I spit out as I stand staring across the empty grassy space, looking onto the roof of the other building.

The governor’s son has a fancy little dorm room for himself. He screamed when I ended his worthless existence, after I popped one in his head, my attention snapped in that direction. I swear that I saw that same girl. The one I’ve been enamored with as I watch her run away in slow motion.

“Fuck!” I snap out, looking around the room to the big opening in the curtains that are slightly open, leaving us fully on view. I don’t make mistakes, ever. I didn’t even think to check the curtains or blinds. This bitch has the whole seventh floor attic to himself. This also happens to be the tallest building here, apparently not if you’re on another building nearby.

I’m in all-black, T-shirt, jeans and combat boots. Remy is making do with basically the same ensemble, all black. I never care about the design. I only freaking care about comfort and what works. What will keep me hidden. I prefer to work in the shadow of the night. There are no shadows to hide in during the day.

I put the hood on top of my head as I zip up. I stand in this overpriced room for a very spoiled rich bitch. A family could fucking live in this room, that’s how big this fucking thing is. Such a waste of space. I have an urge to spit on the cunt before I leave, but DNA and all. Now we have a bigger problem.

“Go,” I nod to Remy. I know he’s going to go try and find the screaming girl. The man that I consider my brother for life will be close by in case we run into any other problems.

We figured we’d paint the town tonight after this one was done. But now, since I was fucking spotted, we have an issue to permanently resolve. I am never seen, ever.

I finish making sure nothing of us is left behind. No evidence remains as I give Chris a sad smile, kicking his ribs. I feel for his mom only, that’s a deep resounding pain for her. His dad is a piece of work. I’m surprised the hit wasn’t for him.

It takes me less than a minute to get down as I gallantly search the outside of the building where I saw her on the roof. The coast looks clear, except for the drunk occasional students.

Getting closer to the building that I spotted her on, I can hear the bass pumping. Not one person is paying attention to me, everybody is fucking loaded. With my hood still up, my face slightly hidden, I walk right to the dorm building’s front doors.

“Hey dark and dangerous,” a girl sitting with a couple of her friends over in the corner says. A thick cloud of smoke lingering above them.

I give a tight nod as I walk toward the elevator. I groan inwardly realizing that Remy is here helping me, there is no way he will make it past any of these college girls.

The elevators are down with no explanation, only, ‘fuck off,’ written underneath broken.

I open the door for the stairs, working my way up, passing a sleeping dude on the first landing, one floor up. Others are drunkenly trying to walk their way down, laughing. I moveoutside against the wall, this is the best place to climb the stairs, and to not be noticed and definitely not be touched.

I exit on the fifth floor, admiring the fucking scene. How could you not? By the entrance women are barely covered. Most every kind of drug imaginable is available sitting on a fucking table manned by what must be the local dealer. The hallway is littered with students that have no supervision but I guess they are adults, I suppose, barely.

I would’ve loved to have been doing that shit years ago when I was in school, but now it seems so mundane and such a waste of time. As you get older, you only want to party with the right people, not everybody. The wrong people will learn everything,take everything.

I feel a sense of dread or maybe it’s sadness. Feelings I am not fucking good at, whatsoever. There are things that I might’ve missed that I don’t know about since I decided to skip out on college. If this was it, I think I’ll be able to live my life without the shame of never going.

I pause, ducking into a dorm room that’s open but not being occupied. Panties, bras and shit are scattered everywhere, so this is definitely a girl’s room. My phone vibrates with an incoming message.

Remy: checking the lower floors just in case.

Me: I’m on the fifth floor. After this one I’ll move up to the sixth.

I chuckle, it’s boring down there, the only thing he’s doing is fucking or chasing some college girl.

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