Page 18 of Sinful Addiction
I give him five seconds before I pull my gun and change my path.He gets five more to think he’s escaped scot-free.
I raise my gun at the exact moment he rounds the corner looking behind him hoping I’m not following.
“I wouldn’t move another muscle if I were you.That is if you want to live.”The barrel of my gun is pressed hard into the side of his head.
I use this time to pull my small knife from my breast pocket, flicking the blade out close to his neck so the sharp point just pierces his skin under his chin.
“I think you know why I’m here, so why don’t we go back inside before you make me do something that causes a scene.”
His entire body shakes beneath my grasp as we walk through the door that he thought would be his saving grace.
“I’m sorry.I’ll get Silas the money.Please…please don’t hurt me.I’ll do anything.”
“Quit your moaning.Fucking hell, you sound like a child.”I really hate these ones.The pussies who give in far too quickly.“I wouldn’t be worried about Silas, he’s harmless.I’d be more worried about Mr.Lamont.See, he’s sent me to collecthismoney.Money you borrowed from Silas that didn’t belong to him.So, yeah, I’m gonna be needing that back now,” I remark.
His already pale face turns a few shades lighter.He knows he fucked up.
“I’m going to give you two options.One, you somehow miraculously have the money to pay Mr.Lamont and I can let you go, or two, I cut your fingers off so you no longer need to worry about handling money again.So, which will it be?”I encourage his answer with a jab to the stomach.
“One, the first one.I have the money,” he cries as I land another jab for good measure.
“Where?”I ask, ready to get out of this shithole.
“Under the floorboard in my closet.”
“Don’t you know that’s the most cliche place to stash anything besides your sock drawer?No points for originality,” I mock.
Once again, held by the scruff of his shirt, I push him as he leads me toward his bedroom.It’s a real statement piece I can assure you with its dirty laundry strewn over the floor, dirty dishes on the side tables and a rancid smell invading my nostrils.
“For fuck’s sake!If I catch diseases, I’m coming back to kill you whether Mr.Lamont gives me permission to or not.This is disgusting.”I turn my nose into my shoulder to mask the smell.
“It’s down there.”He points to the floorboards, so I push him to the ground.
“No funny business.”I keep my arm extended ready for the moment he fucks up and I can end his life.
List guy number one pulls out a pillowcase used as a money bag then hands it to me.
“Stand up.”The gun moves as if it’s an extension of my body.Looking into the bag, I see the amount needed to pay the debt and some.“You’re a very busy man.Did you honestly think you’d get away with this?”I get no reply, so I shoot his right hand that’s by his side for my enjoyment.
His whiny cries do nothing to suppress the boredom building inside.“It’s rude to ignore somebody once you’ve been asked a question.Where.Were.You.Going?”I raise my voice with every word.
“I thought I had more time.I was going to drop the money off before I left town, honest to God.”His stuttering really irritates me.
“God won’t save you.”I aim at his head and my bullet hits right between his eyes.A perfect bullseye.“That’ll teach you to lie.”I leave him where he lies, in a pool of his own blood and filth.
I exit the grimy house like it’s already infected me with every disease living within its walls and go straight to my car.Once inside and concealed by the tinted windows, I go to my favorites list on my cell and press Xander’s name.
“What?”his unwelcoming voice barks down the line.
“Job’s done, but I need a cleanup crew.”
“Fine.I want an explanation when you get back.Don’t bother going to the next house, I’ll send Silas’ men.”The line goes silent because he just hung up on me.
“Fuck,” I roar while smashing the life out of my steering wheel with my good arm.I won't waste another moment sitting in front of this dive.I take my frustration out on the car and push the accelerator to the floor.I hit redline with every gear change, pushing the car to its limits.It purrs like a kitten as I weave in and out of traffic, ignoring every road rule in sight.
I know what else purrs and she’s still messing with my fucking head.
Nothing is going to plan, and I don’t like losing control of the one thing that pacifies my darkened soul.