This chapter is a little bit shorter than the rest, but I did that on purpose. Because it's a part of the story that just came up out of nowhere, there is a possibility that it doesn't really add up to the previous chapters. I need to look at everything again, but I didn't want to wait too long before I added this. Make sure to like the story or leave a comment about who you think the other players are. Enjoy!
“It’s done,” I say to the man on the other side of the phone. There’s only silence. Not that it's a surprise, the fucker never says anything. In fact, I don't think I ever even met the guy, but I can't be sure. I never heard his voice and I have absolutely no clue who he is. He could be anyone. In theory, he could be someone I did meet before. He’s ruthless though. The body count he leaves in his trail proofs that. He’s a scary motherfucker.
A knock on my door snaps me out of my thoughts. “What?” I bark at whoever is at the other side. The door opens and one of my newest men steps into my office.
“Sir,” he acknowledges me with a sharp nod. “There’s a problem.”
My grip on the phone tightens and I'm surprised I didn’t break it. It’s time to step in.
“Don’t tell me she’s not dead,” I say, my voice laced with sarcasm.
He swallows visibly, sweat already forming between his eyebrows and above his upper lip. With a pale face, he shakes his head.
“N-n-no, sir. I mean, yes sir. I mean, she is dead,” he stutters.
It’s pathetic. Too bad I can’t just kill everyone, otherwise I would start with him. How can I expect them to do their jobs, if they can’t even talk properly? I recognize his behavior instantly, his fear, the anxiety running through his veins, scared to death that he’ll be next. He just might be if he doesn’t man up.
“What did you do?”
He looks around franticly. “N-n-nothing sir. It’s just uhh.” He takes a deep breath and gathers himself. “Sir, he’s here.”
My body freezes and for a moment I can’t move or think. That can’t be right. If he’s here… something is wrong. Very wrong.
“Send him in,” I whisper. I pull on the collar of my shirt, suddenly feeling a little out of breath. Wiping my sweaty hands on my pants I try to fix my composure. The guy turns around and scurries out the door. Only two seconds later the man I fear stomps into my office. He stands abruptly right in front of me and I can feel his hot breath in my face, causing me to sweat even more. He is tall and big, muscles at all the right places like he works out every minute of the day. I feel sorry for anyone who meets him in a dark alley. His appearance makes you suspect that he's a bodybuilder, not one of the biggest killers ever known with a reach within every part of the United States.
Hesitantly, I look up and I try to read anything from his face or body language, but there’s nothing. He still doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t have to. There’s only one reason why he would show up here and that is because someone fucked up. He keeps looking at me, but thankfully, he finally takes a step back. Silently I breathe out through my mouth and I can only pray that he didn’t notice it. He could easily kill me right here, right now and nobody would even know. Hell, they wouldn’t even find my body.
“Please, take a seat.” I point at the chair that’s across my desk. He gracefully lowers himself in a way that doesn't seem to fit him and crosses his left leg over his right, keeping his stare at me.
After what feels like hours, he opens his mouth. “I know what you did. I warned you about this but you just chose not to listen. Do you have any idea what you did?”
The steel laced in his voice sends shivers up my spine. Fuck, this wasn’t supposed to happen. Whatever he thinks he knows is wrong. But I’m not going against him, I like my life way too much. No death wish for me.
“I know,” I say instead. He pins me in place with another hard look on his face and I start to squirm under his gaze. He stands up and walks casually towards the floor-to-ceiling window in my office. It gives you a great view of a large part of the garden. He shoves his hands in the pockets of his pants and seems lost in thought for a minute.
“Do you know where she is?” He asks. It’s so low I barely register his words.
Confused I stare at the back of his head. “What do you mean, sir, if I may ask.” He barely moves his head but holds my gaze through the reflection of the window.
“Do.you.know.where.she.is? It’s an easy enough question.” I’m still not sure what he means, but I answer him anyway.
“We fed her to the pigs.”
“Why did you kill her, when I told you specifically, repeatedly, not to? I told you there would be consequences and she needed to stay alive. Now, we’ve got another problem and you, my man, just became a liability.”
I swallow back the lump in my throat. I don’t understand how she can be a problem when she’s dead. “I bought her for a lot of money, you know. The Beast fucked me over, told me it would all work out. She would be my perfect little pet, just like the one I have now. Turned out she wasn’t and I didn’t have a choice but to kill her.”
He hums under his breath, but it more sounded like a growl. Dread fills my gut and I start to wonder what the hell is going on. He doesn't sound like the man who walked into my office anymore, his whole body has gone rigid and when I blink my eyes, he even seems to be taller than just a moment ago.
“You’re coming with me. I need to make a phone call. I meet you out front.” He walks towards the door, but before he opens it he turns around, and everything stops when I look at his eyes. The color drains from my face and my blood turns to ice.
His eyes are completely black, the same color as my soul. Small cracks appeared in his face, releasing a deep, dark red glow from under his skin.
“Who the fuck are you?” I whisper.
The corners of his lips tilt up into one of the cruelest smiles I have ever seen, and with a low, dark voice he says: “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.”