DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV
The gun was loaded, the safety off. All that was left was to decide how much his life was worth to him.
"Please..." His voice cracked, sweat dripping down his face. "I'll give you five million. Just let me live."
"Ten." I circled him, calmly.
His eyes darted. "Deal. But...who sent you?"
I ignored the question. "Where's the check?"
He nodded shakily toward the desk. I grabbed the checkbook and pen, tossing them in front of him. Loosening the ropes slightly, I waited.
His hands shook as he scrawled the amount.
I took the check, glanced at it and tucked it into my jacket.
Turning to the door, I paused, letting his relief hang in the air.
"I've already got fifteen million to kill you." I said, glancing back, as the color began to drain from his face. "And I didn't agree to your offer."
His face paled, panic setting in. "No, wait..."
The single shot cracked through the air, the bullet embedding itself neatly between his eyes.
His head snapped back, a trickle of blood running down his face as his body slumped lifelessly in the chair.
I holster my gun as I glanced around at the lifeless security guards, crumpled on the floor, blood pooling beneath them.
I checked the watch on my wrist; fifteen minutes and twenty-five seconds.
Leaving the carnage behind, I headed out, slipping my gloves into my pocket as I climbed into my car; a black Ferrari, sleek and quiet.
The engine purred to life and within seconds, I was cruising through the city, sunglasses shielding my eyes from the glare of the sun.
"Daddy's on his way, princess." I muttered, the hum of the engine soothing as the streets blurred past.
A few minutes later, my earpiece started buzzing and I answered, my gaze locked on the road ahead.
"Job done?" The familiar voice of a CEO client crackled through.
"Any doubt?" I responded.
He had contracted me to eliminate his brother, clearing the path for him to inherit his family's legacy as next of kin. It was a straightforward job, part of my line of work as a contract killer.
"Efficient, as always, Raphaël." He chuckled. "Word has it you're on the FBI's radar, but you're walking around the city like you own the place."
I almost laughed, clearly he had done his homework.
The feds had been sniffing around for years, but they'd never find anything that would stick.
"What else have you heard?" I replied smoothly.
"You never miss and you're on every hit list imaginable. No boundaries, no hesitation." His words scratched the surface, barely skimming the depth of my reputation.
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THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS
Romance+++✦+++ His hand gripped my neck-not tight enough to choke but enough to make his point. His other hand pressed against the fridge just above my shoulder, trapping me. My mouth parted in shock, my eyes locking with his. The sly smirk curving his lip...
