Cadence

6. Red

Cadence:

There was someone out there. I'm positive of it. I felt them watching my every move. So I did something I shouldn't have. I practically gave them an invitation to break into my house and rape me. I undressed myself in-front of my windows for them to see. In my defence I was drunk and thought it was funny at the time.

I don't know who it was, nor who it could be. I mean that's kind of the whole point of someone stalking you. But it's annoying, I want to know. I want to know who watched me last night. I'm curious. So curious that I fucking ran out there to gut the cunt. It's thrilling almost, not knowing what lurks in the shadows. But I guess that's why I do it as my job. Lurking, stalking and then when the right time comes. I pounce.

I love the feeling. The adrenaline running through my body. The buzz killing gives me is out of this world. The anticipation that courses through my veins right before I pull the trigger. One small slip and I've missed my window. Which can be a massive issue. It's what we did wrong a few months back. Jules was on a mission, was supposed to stab the fucker in the throat, but her aim was shit to be completely honest. She hit him in the leg. Honestly how do you mistake someone leg for their throat.

Her throwing skills have been worsened since the event. Truly I just believe she lacks confidence. If she just believed in herself she would be able to hit the target perfectly.

We've been dealing with her slip up by trying to prove ourselves one by one. Hope went first of course. Eliminating a rapist that was well known but no one was willing to do anything about it because of his social status. But as always. Hope wasn't deterred. She snuck into his club, pretended to be a stripper and cut his throat mid lap dance. Smart woman.

Ben went second. Got close to a man who was smuggling drugs into the country and then drugging young girls at clubs with them. Ben got into his apartment and shot him in between the eyes. It was quick and easy, considering the man had no security systems. Like seriously. If you're doing shit like that at-least have security man. I mean it puts a high price tag at the top of your name.

And finally I was supposed to prove myself. Which thanks to Nicolas was ruined. So I've been given a second shot which doesn't happen everyday so I'm taking it seriously. I won't fuck up this time. I need this. I need to prove my worth to the company.

Throwing the file down on the desk Hope looks at me suggesting I look inside. Flipping open the book I see a picture of my next hit.

"Mr Michael Preston. Has been beating his wife. Didn't think anyone knew." She announces with a deadly look on her face. She hates wife beaters. Hell she probably wants to kill him more than I do given her facial expression.

She glances over at the picture in disgust.

"He's also been running around the city kidnapping little boys and handing them over to the Mexicans."

"For high prices I've been told. Works on Staple Street floor 21. Lives on Clover Road number 130. Favourite time to shit 14:00. Eats diner at 18:00 on the dot every day. Visits the Casino every Thursday at 9 pm, accompanied by Mr Delcarto the Mexican Mafias right hand man." She continues not missing any details.

Like I told you, we find out everything before killing our targets.

Humming I nod and close the file.

"So, when is the deadline." I reply finally meeting her doe eyes.

She reaches into one of the drawers connected to her oak wood desk.

Pulling out another file, she skims the words until she finds the one she's looking for pointing at it she says.

"Tomorrow night, you'll need a dress. Go into the casino and keep an eye on him. Introduce yourself as Alyssa Wood. When he goes to the toilet follow him and ask him to go somewhere more 'private'. Then once you've got him alone gut the fucker." She says the last sentence with a massive smile. Already knowing I'll do a good job.