Wreaking Havoc

Chapter 4: I'm Surrounded By Cowards

Hayle's POV

My target is a coffee addict. How do I know? He's been to Starbucks three times today. Here goes nothing.

"Ouch!" He yelped.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking were I was going." My coffee had spilled all over him. Turning to grab a napkin, I bent forward pushing my ass forward 'unintentionally'. 

I hated flaunting like that, but I did what I had to do to get the job done. I used the napkin to wipe him down touching him teasingly. 

"Not a problem, love. Care to join me?"

"Why not? I've got nothing else to do." Before he could respond, I jumped in the Nissan 370z that I may or may not have stolen from my hard-ass employer. He'll be pissed. Oh well, here's to living life on the edge. 

I was following my target's Audi R8; seems like drug dealing has payed off. My Nissan pulled into his driveway, and he quickly made his way over to me.

"Ready?" 

"Are you really asking me that?" He chuckled as he unlocked the door. He pushed me against the wall, shutting the door with his foot. 

Before he could touch me again with his disgusting hands, I turned him so that he was against the wall. 

"I love a woman who takes control." I smirked.

"Sure you do." My gun was suddenly pressed to his head.

"What are you doing?" I smiled wickedly.

"Killing you. The Mafia Boss says hi!" Sweetness dripping from my voice like a poison. The dart was shot at his neck, filling him with an overdose of acetametaphine. The cops would think that he overdosed on tylenol. 

That was easy. I walked out, cleaning anything that I had touched so that the police wouldn't find my fingerprints. I dialed his number.

"What the fuck do you need?"

"It's done." 

"Oh good. Come meet me at the cafe again." He seemed way to happy, which can only mean one thing. I needed to take a precaution so that I can still live to see another day. 

Shayde's POV

"You're late." She smirked at my words.

"Just making sure I live to see another day, Shayde." 

"How do you know my name?" A small smile crept onto her face.

"I know more things about you then you can imagine."

"Why don't we take a walk?"

"You think I'm naive enough to not know what you're doing?"

'Wha-"

"Nope. I know you're trying to kill me. For what reasons, I don't know. Why don't we talk while we walk, hmm?" She got up, extending her hand to me. I pushed it away, and headed out the door waiting for her to catch up to me.

"So, I did a little digging of my own. I see that look you give me. I wore it for years, anger masking the pain and bitterness. What. Did. I. Do." We were in an alley, so I pushed her against a wall.

"You killed my fucking brother. Lucas Halls." My hand gripped her throat.

"I..didn't....kill..him...I...can...prove...it...please...." Her eyes wide and pleading me to let go. Her voice pierced my heart. I didn't think I had one. I released her neck from my vice like grip. 

"What do you mean?" She gasped to fill her lungs with oxygen again.

"My records, I've never killed anyone with ties to the British Mafia."

"How do you know that?"

"I run a background check on every target I'm given. I-I guess I'm loyal to the British."

"What would cause you to somehow be loyal to us?"

"My sister. She loved a man from your most trusted men. Ashe Colburn. Ask him about Tara Holden." My eyes widened. I knew Tara, I had met her when Ashe introduced her to me. 

"Tara?"

"Yes! Check my blood, run my DNA. Check the police's database. You will find her on there listed with a sister. I'm telling the truth. She asked me to look after Ashe. I didn't kill your brother, but I might know who did." She wasn't lying, but some part of me knew that she was hiding something.

"Okay." 

"You-You aren't going to kill me?" I smirked.

"No. I believe you, but you are coming with me."

"Hell no. I have my equipment back at my apartment."

"Already grabbed it."  She and I walked back to my car, my men immediately backed away from her.

"I'm surrounded by cowards." I mumbled.

"Not afraid of me? Well, I'll have to fix that." She smirked before climbing into the back of one of my black sedans.

The cold bitch was back.

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Hello Beauties!

A little electricity in the air, huh? These two are going to kill me one day.

Until next time!

-teambuckybarnes