The enemy

< Chapter 37 >

River's pov:

I couldn't help it.

I needed to hurt someone and I had a good fucking idea of who to go for first.

That asswipe that took pictures of my fathers dead body.

He had the audacity to take pictures of my dead father and then show me afterwards the prick.

He's going to regret ever going near my father when I'm finished with the cunt.

He's even going to regret ever letting me see his ghost-like face.

As I parked up outside his address, which I got from our beloved hacker Atlas, I took a look around the property from my seated position in the car.

It seemed to be quiet. No major activity going on from the looks of things but I still need to be careful.

Atlas was one of Kingston's men, and surprisingly out of everyone, we got along well.

I asked him to do me a favour and help me out and he didn't ask any questions and just helped me anyway like the precious little soul he is.

I like Atlas. He's not a cunt like the rest of Kingston's men.

Atlas found me this pricks address and now I'm seated outside of his house waiting for the right moment to strike.

He had a girlfriend but from what Atlas gathered, she worked a job from 10am to 10pm so she won't be home for a while. I hope so anyway.

Waiting for another few moments, I prepared myself mentally and physically and when I was ready, I hopped out of the car without another thought.

This cunt is going to regret ever working for Briggs and I'm going to make sure of that.

Slowly making my way into the garden, I made my way towards the front door.

I decided to act normal and not try sneak in or cause havoc before I've even got into the house because that could go sideways real fast.

Knocking on the door in a good manner, I patiently waited for him to answer whilst I took my time to take in my surroundings.

It seemed like a peaceful neighbourhood, shame I was about to ruin that peacefulness.

I was starting to think he wasn't going to answer the door until I heard a rattle from the other side.

The door flew open and the second he saw me, his face dropped and he tried to slam the door shut in my face but unfortunately for him, he was too slow.

My foot prevented the door from shutting as I barged my way into the house.

His house was quite the opposite of what he looked. It was cosy and warm, large and big, whereas he was not.

He tried to run for his gun placed on a wooden coffee table but unlucky for him, I got mine out first.

I cocked it and he instantly froze, "Wh- What do you want from me?"