COIN

39. demons🌹

DEMONS
-don't wanna let you down but i'm hell-bound-

Agent Hamada is driving us to the location where Maxim Klesh is being held.

How stupid are police for them to change their shift but leave an one hour interval.

Hamada parks to the side of the lane, "There's cameras up front, one's that are hidden. My tech couldn't hack into all of them but most of them are gone."

I get out of the car, pulling the ski mask over my face.

Ciro had to deal with his men, they did something stupid while we were in New York and he has to clean up their mess. So i'm doing this alone.

I walk up the lane, finding the security cameras and dodging them at every chance i get as i walk in to the house.

I find a baseball bat sitting by the door, so i lift it up over my shoulder, walking to the kitchen where faint music was playing.

He was cooking, chopping with a meat knife.

I watch him carefully, the way he was chopping a chicken breast into chunks.

I pull the baseball bat over my shoulder, smashing it on the marble kitchen island. He jumps out of his skin, dropping the knife as he looks at me, "Hey, Maxim. Miss me?"

He lunges for the phone, so i throw the baseball bat at him, walking around the kitchen island. I pull him back but the fucker grabs the knife, stabbing it into my thigh.

"That." I pull the knife out, slicing his neck with it, "Was not nice."

He screams, holding his neck as blood goes everywhere.

This was over too fast.

I push him on the floor, putting the knife in his hand and watch as he squirms over the floor.

I stomp on his face, "I wish that lasted longer." I stand back, watching as his body slowly becomes limp.

I smile, positioning his body so he's laying on his back, legs straight, knife in his hands.

I grab tape from one of the kitchen drawers, taping a smile onto his face.

I tape his eyes open too and then pick the baseball bat up. I drag it along the floor as i hum a tune, leaving the house.

I keep dragging the bag along the floor, a small limp in my leg as i walk back to the car. Hamada looks at me, "You were all of ten minutes?"

"The fucker stabbed me." I sit down.

He looks at the baseball bat in my hands, "Murder weapon?"

"Trophy." I look to the back, picking up his medical bag.

I pull my pants down as he starts to drive, i clean my leg up, wrapping the bandage around it tightly. "Drop me at Harold's bar."

"I'm leaving you to a hospital." He glances at me.

"The bar. That's where this all started." I pull my pants up properly. "I heard you and your girl are moving to Chicago."

"Med school is better there."

"Where abouts?"

"Unfortunately, close to you."

"Don't worry, i like you Hamada." I bend down to tie my shoelace. "And i happen to like your girl, you've did nothing wrong to me so you're off the hook."

We make small chit chat as he drops me off at the Harold's bar. I thank him, "Drop that at my place, yeah?" I point to the baseball bat.

"Be safe, Keilani." He says, before driving off.