Dreams I'll Never See (Intersex gxgxg)

Chapter 15

Remy Hayes and his brother Elliot had a lot of money. Elliot was a hard line judge who loved to sentence minorities to the maximum prison sentences he could, while his brother Remy lined the family's fortune with a chain of pediatrician's offices. Evidently, he took care of kids during the day, and then went and abused young women in the evening. Charming. Their boat was a 40 foot yacht that was called the Judgement Daze, maybe as a joke of some sort, and I hated them both just reading the bio that Joe and Petra had put together for me. They were also my number one choice for boat stealing.

I liked that it was a big boat with room for Lexie, Willow, and Bella, and I liked that those assholes would lose their boat, because I was gonna sink that fucker when I was done.

But first I had to steal it, and I guess since we were trying to do good on this night, karma was on our side. I'd dropped into the water a bit south of the docks because it was a high end marina in Chicago with security and I couldn't just wander on down to the boats. I pumped my legs, my flippers letting me glide effortlessly through the black water as I swam quietly towards the boat's berth. It was already dark, but it was plain to see that the boat wasn't there. I could only sigh in disappointment, and head towards the second boat, that of an investment broker who dabbled in embezzlement named David Houghton.

But of course, his boat wasn't there either. Knowing my luck, they were both at the club. I didn't want to waste another day finding a boat, but I didn't have a choice. I started my swim back to shore, when a big ass yacht came motoring into dock. With karma on my side, it was the good old Judgment Daze, and I swam under their dock as they were pulling up. Listening to the brothers talk, I was very happy that I got there in time. Not just because they were pigs that were now going to die, but because it meant I didn't need to hotwire the boat, since they had the key.

"Do you think that blonde will still be there next weekend?" I heard one of them ask.

"I hope so! They get new girls in there all the time, so maybe you'll have more choices."

I crept out of the water, pulling off my flippers, and leaving me in my rubber soled deck shoes. I pulled out one throwing knife out from a back sheath, along with a combat knife just to have my bases covered. I could hear them laughing up in the cockpit about something else that would no doubt make my anger erupt. I jumped lightly onto the boat, knowing it was so big that my weight wouldn't even be noticed since it was still bobbing about next to the docks. I didn't have to go anywhere now, I just waited near the bottom of the short staircase that led up to the cockpit, since they'd have to go right down it to get off the boat.

The good thing was that I didn't need either of these men to tell me anything, I already had all the information I needed. That meant that I could kill them with impunity, and not have to worry about keeping them alive for questioning. As strange as it seemed, that meant it was safer for me, because I didn't have to worry about disabling them, and giving them a chance to fight back. Killing was quicker and safer.

So, I did that.

"I'll get the lines!" one of them called to the other.

I didn't know which guy was which, but as soon as the one who would be getting the lines hit the bottom of the stairs, I wrapped my free arm around his face to cover his mouth, then pulled him away from the stairs so his brother wouldn't see anything. He let out a muffled squawk, but then I drove my combat knife up under his ribs, angled towards his heart. I kept the knife embedded within him as he struggled to free himself from my grasp, but that only did my job for me, driving the knife deeper and carving up his heart. He wasn't dead just yet, but he would be in seconds. It was a much faster death than he deserved.

"This is for the girls in the club, you fucker!" I whispered. I really hoped he was conscious enough to hear that.

"Elliot!" came a yell from up the stairs. "Hurry up with the lines!"