The Blood That Ties Us Together

{44} Deadly silent

(Recap:
Honestly, I think that for the second best mafia in the world, they should have higher security levels, but alas, it's always useful for when I need to go and do missions.

Then, I leapt over the wall and ran to my spare motorbike that was always parked down the road.)

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I sat on my bike and put on my mask.
Apparently the journey to house was an hour away from here, I do so hate it when things are far away.
It makes the action feel out of my reach.
I want-no, I need to feel blood on my hands again, to feel the cold metallic edge of the knife, or even hear the blissful sounds of screaming as I torture my victims.
I crave it.
I desire it.
And I want it more than anything.
Well, almost anything.
The thought of blood alone has me zooming down the streets, cutting down on that distance.
I'll get there in half an hour.

My hair appeared to fly behind me, as though it was trying to escape me.
No one ever does escape me though, not even inhuman things, like my hair.

I swerved in and out of the parked cars, weaving through the masses of cars that were for some reason awake at this time.
It's not unusual to have many cars out at this time, but it's not often that I see very many.

Half an hour later, I arrived at the house.
Beat that stupid satellite navigation.
And yes, we do use sat nav to get to places, I mean sure we can hack into the system and find out where they are, but it's not like I can bloody well just teleport there can I?!

Her house was exceedingly big for someone with such a small heart.
It was massive as you know, and was painted a pearly white.
Guards were prowling around the outside of the house, on the watch for people like me who have such an undeniable urge to murder Naomi Delgado Perez Martinez.

I had parked down the road, so that I could walk up to the gate and fling myself over.
Once I had done that, I landed on the grass gracefully and hid in the bushes until the next guard rotation. When they finally switched places, I saw an opening to climb up to her bathroom window, so I made a run for it and climbed up the wall quickly by using the drain pipe. It's similar to how I sneak out from my room.
I hauled myself through her window and closed it slightly.
Considering the large size of the house, her en-suite bathroom sure is tiny.

I put on my gloves and decided to snoop around.
She's got the designer yet foul smelling shampoos and haircare, although it doesn't seem to be doing much for her anyway. She's got a whole drawer that's just filled with condoms, and another drawer that's filled with some cash.
Probably dirty money, from all the corruption.
She's been taking money from innocent people, promising them triple the amount in return.
And of course they never got it back.

I took the money, checked it for trackers, and placed it into my bag.
I'm not going to keep it, I'm going to distribute it to the people who gave it to her.

I left my bag in the bathroom and slowly turned the knob of the door.

Click.

I opened the door steadily, careful to not let the door creak.
That would be awful.

I saw my soon-to-be victim laying fast asleep on her bed, she seemed to be at ease, happy even, in her sleep.

Not for long.

I was about to make a move towards her bedside and just stab the knife into her neck, when I realised 2 things.

1. The room was deadly silent.

2. There was a cup of freshly made coffee on a table.

Someone else was here.
Or perhaps,
Someone else is here.

I turned around and had to immediately duck.
A fist was sent flying towards me, followed by a kick to the stomach and a roundhouse to the face which I luckily managed to dodge.

From the height and build I could tell it was a man.

Ugh, couldn't it be a woman?
Diversity anyone?

I grabbed my knife that was in my pocket and slashed the man's torso, arms and ribs.
He managed to grab ahold of one my legs and trip me over, making me drop the knife. He quickly picked it up and jabbed me in the ribs.

Just when they start healing.

I stumbled up against a table and picked up the first thing I saw.

A teddy bear? The heck.

I chucked it at his head, but it didn't do anything.

Then I grabbed a vase and threw that straight at his face.
And with my impeccable aim, it hit him square on the nose and shattered onto his mask, ripping away some small segments of it.
The glass dropped like hail and cutting deep into the partially exposed skin.

But the bitch was still after me, and I have to say, that is dedication.
And somehow, throughout all of this fighting Mrs Sleepyhead over here has been zonked out the entire time.

Strategically, I threw my knife to the ground making him pick up my weapon.
As if I'm going to use a knife to take that bitch down.
Whilst he was distracted I grabbed my gun and shot it right at his leg. I saw the look of shock on his face as he watched the blood ooze out of a gaping hole in his leg.

Little bitch thought I couldn't trick him.

As soon as he collapsed, I flung myself at him and straddled his torso, so that he couldn't move.

"Before I kill you, I'd like to see whose pretty little face isn't going to be so dashing when I'm done with you," I held my knife with one hand, whilst the other was gasping the ends of his mask.

Slowly, I began to lift it off.

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